Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel Okanlawon
Songwriter
Jacquan Andrews
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cash
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
It's 5 a.m., and I'm sippin' on (5 p.m.)
It's 5 a.m. and I'm sippin' on Quagen, not Tris', yeah
My bad, Philly bitch, she be shakin' her hips
Stand ten for lumberjacks, when we pop out, bitch, we got sticks
Goyard boys, stolo car boys
I got K8's and K56's, fairly odd boys
It's twenty-five shots in this G26, ManMan with the Sean McCoy (Yeah)
Think you go band for band with ManMan, but I doubt it, boy (Nah)
[Verse 1]
Hmm, extremely, I highly doubt that shit
On IG grindin', Superman, but I know he ain't 'bout that shit (At all)
I can't go back, I'm Nino Station, 2, we out this bitch (On God)
Cosa say go put that cup down, can't be slouchin' shit (On Granny)
Groovy out this bitch, G-Goyard pouch my bitch (Woo, woo)
I want a new house this year, she love me? Fuck outta here (Bitch)
We should pop his zits, brand new Glock, my bitch (Woo, woo)
I-I don't clock no bitch, I'm Krueger, Freddie wappin' shit
[Verse 2]
It's like 5 p.m. and I'm sippin' on Quagen
Had Wick jump out, got 'em yellin' out MayDay
One car, five Glocks, two Glocks, one day
Oh, that young **** think he Bo Jackson
I'll pay the youngins just to run in yo' house
Put shit on yo' head, leave blood on the bed
I gotta get paid just to walk in the party
I don't come in the club, 'less it come with a bag
I don't walk in the club, 'less it come with a- (Huh?)
I don't walk in the club, 'less it come with a dolla'
These bitches don't like I don't pick up the phone
My momma don't like that I'm just like my fatha' (That I'm just like pops)
Looped through the lane, I was one of them ****
Who worked for this shit, and I finally won (And I worked for this shit, for real)
Dawg in the Beamer, like 5 a.m., I ain't tryna go broke so I'm up with the sun
You know I am, ****
[Chorus]
It's 5 a.m., and I'm sippin' on (5 p.m.)
It's 5 a.m. and I'm sippin' on Quagen, not Tris', yeah
My bad, Philly bitch, she be shakin' her hips
Stand ten for lumberjacks, when we pop out, bitch, we got sticks
Goyard boys, stolo car boys
I got K8's and K56's, fairly odd boys
It's twenty-five shots in this G26, ManMan with the Sean McCoy (Yeah)
Think you go band for band with ManMan, but I doubt it, boy (Nah)
Written by: Emmanuel Okanlawon, Jacquan Andrews
