5 SECONDZ (feat. O S K I & Icey K)

"That's what you get, bitch!"

"HAHAHA"

"Stupid ass bitch"

Five more seconds 'til i teach yo ass a lesson

You ain't wilin' you ain't flexin' you're just fueling your depression

Keep that green in your possesion, you'll fuck up your adolecense

Smoke that blunt and imma smoke you, maybe that'll end your stressin'

While you're focussed on digesting all that fake ass fuckin' medicine

I've been focussed on my methods to progress in my profession

I be striving for perfection, this bitch striving for distraction

Talking bout "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘨?" bitch you ask too many questions

𝘜𝘩, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘺𝘦, 𝘶𝘩

Chillin' in the city, out here with the gang

Looking at some shoes, and expensive things

Girl walk up to me, i think she wants some hugs

Wait, what she say? She asks me for some plugs? (WHAT?)

Bitch i don't do no drugs, stay outta my lane

Pussy acting like a thug, i'm going insane

I'm pulling out my Glock, im blowing out her brain

Now the bitch dead, body on the floor

I do the default dance, then i kill some more

Cigarettes are bad, stop fucking up your lungs

I'm a fucking chad, with a lot of guns

Just kidding that's cap, pussy on my lap

𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!

I start fighting with these bitches, don't know shit about no drugs

Don't be all up on me asking for them fucking plugs

Just 'cause you a weirdo don't mean i want black lungs

Ask me one more time, my homies get to action

You and all yo dummies think you're all of that and more

Smokin' on that shit i bet your lungs get fucking sore

I give you five more seconds to run and bitch you got time

Smokin' on that weed yeah im boutta comit a crime!

HAHAHA