Lyrics

(Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5 (Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5 we ride we die we sl Side together) Rrrrrrr (Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5) (Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5 we ride we die we slide together) Ain't no pickin' sides (Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5) Free all my innocents (We ride we die we slide together) Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5 we ride we die we slide together 12 knockin' at my door I don't know shit not 5 i'm down forever He was clever but he made a mistake so I introduced him to Beretta Funy how a victim only knew a stretcher Head bust introduced him to the pressureG O 'head, apply the pressure Dead man walkin' he think this shit sweet 40 got range and it came with a beam Is you gon' shoot go 'head apply that pressure Bodies pile up, he nameless to me I gotta' keep that stainless with me Is you gon' shoot Go 'head Rrrr go 'head Blood on the wall said Code Red Had my bitch at the drop 'cause I know best I parade through the we get no rest Body language get sized like a protest She gon' kiss on this neck but give no sex Facetime when you ready no text Calculated my step on Blue diamonds and they bussin touch that you get a dome check I put like 4K up on his muffin you a killa' I ain't know that Most of y'all haited I'm waitin' You run up you get turned to a patient Now he talk with a slur Yo cuz', the fuck is he sayin' I can't hear him the percs' already hittin' Half dead, had to lean in to listen Call for help the IV is drippin' Probably from some of that shit that I mixed in Boys on the way, up the stick so I'm dippin' Left the scene same way that I slipped in Wipin' the Blood you know how I'm Crippin' And I was never knewn to them missions Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5 we ride we die we slide together 12 knockin' at my door I don't know shit not 5 i'm down forever He was clever but he made a mistake so I introduced him to Beretta Funny how a victim only knew a stretcher Head bust, introduced him to the pressure Go 'head apply that pressure Dead man walkin' he think this shit sweet 40 got range and it came with a beam Is you gon' shoot Go 'head, apply that pressure Bodies pile up he nameless to me I gotta' keep that stainless with me Is you gon' shoot Go 'head This ain't no prop gun you run up niggas gon' drop some, don't play tough They gave us no option applyin' that pressure a diamond in the rough I heard he got caught in the rain he was slippin' forgot his umbrella I'm a steppa' i'm puttin' in pain green tip left a stain in his sweater Double M we the feva' we up boy I came wit' a heater I fell in love with the nina not five degrees are you checkin' the meter Stop duckin' we slidin' with Kel-Tecs Tryna' see who a nigga gon' kill next Fuck on his bitch with no feelin's left in the spot tell lil' bro get next Lemme' put you on He had a trailer we picked him off We was just tryna' up the score Gotta' keep it discreet that's the art of war Don't talk when we roll down his block Pussy nigga had thought it was sweet You can keep all the cars and clothes but yo' life that's comin' with me Ain't no pickin' sides with the 5 we ride we die we slide together 12 knockin' at my door I don't know shit not 5 i'm down forever He was clever, but he made a mistake so I introduced him to Beretta Funny how a victim only knew a stretcher Head bust, introduced him to the pressure Go 'head apply that pressure Dead man walkin', he think this shit sweet 40 got range and it came with a beam Is you gon' shoot Go 'head apply that pressure Bodies pile up e nameless to me I gotta' keep that stainless with me Is you gon' shoot go 'head
Writer(s): Marius Gynnild, Reginald Miot, Kajun Waters, Connor Barkhouse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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