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Five Guys
666
Hip-Hop/Rap
Five Guys was released on July 8, 2022 by Alamo as a part of the album Switch Music
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Release DateJuly 8, 2022
LabelAlamo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PGF Nuk
PGF Nuk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Virgil Gibson
Virgil Gibson
Songwriter
Marius Banks
Marius Banks
Composer
Efkan Babahan
Efkan Babahan
Composer
Azeez Alaka
Azeez Alaka
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gold Haze
Gold Haze
Producer
Efkan Babahan
Efkan Babahan
Producer
No More Heroes
No More Heroes
Producer
FBG Wooski
FBG Wooski
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Gold Haze on the track
Huh, what, we gon' bring 'em out
Ayy, pop up out that cut, bring them beamers out
Laser tag (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out, all the opps be watchin' now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle, we gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot, we crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle, we gon' box him in
Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em, we gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block, spin the block, then, spin again
Ayy, foenem sendin' shots, and sendin' shots, and send again
[Verse 1]
Ayy, we be blickin' shit right up, keep them switches tucked
Ayy, 59 better not fuck with us, we fuck shit up
Ayy, if they playin' both sides then they ass gon' both die
Foenem in this bitch, roll our opps, and we so fried
We don't tote 9s, we walk 'round with them 45s
Do a drive-by, those switches fly past
And we cookin' shit right up (What?)
Like we five guys (What?)
But, we ain't five guys, we fryin' **** like some hot fries
Got a goofy homie, he just tried to pop the guys
Ayy, we don't give no fuck, we treat 'em like the other side
Ayy, shorty tried to run, hit his spine, now, he paralyzed
We don't give no fuck about the opps, they ass stay dyin'
We don't claim shit, ayy (Huh?), we don't drop a diss
We ain't talkin' 'bout shit, bitch, we innocent
Ayy, every case got dismissed, ayy
And I never don't miss, ayy, and the opps know who did this
Ayy, foenem tweakin' out, headshot gave 'em somethin' to think about
I got a switch, he got a switch, we can blick it out
I might call them hitters out, tell 'em, "Come and hit 'em now"
If you want 'em dance, send that bread, it's like fifty thou' (Fifty thou')
[Chorus]
Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out, all the opps be watchin' now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle, we gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot, we crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle, we gon' box him in
Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em, we gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block, spin the block, then, spin again
Ayy, foenem sendin' shots, and sendin' shots, and send again (Send again)
Go, 5900
Ayy, five-nine-zero-zero
Written by: Azeez Alaka, Efkan Babahan, Marius Banks, Virgil Gibson
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