Got a five-5, it gon' hit you

Fuck that bitch, slap that ****, that ho witchu

Won't go in the club, they say I can't bring my pistol

Fuck with the wrong ****, Imma' bout to lose my temper

Pull up slide, big glocks, and I bring the whole gang with me

Do not speak about my bitch, if you ain't ready for that semi

1, 2, 3, 3, 2, 1, I'm countin' down right to the end, cause when my **** get to blasting

They won't stop until it's empty

And I told that ****, you do you

Pop a **** then I skrt off and I hop up in the stu

That new coupe it be swerving, I'm so blessed achoo

Who the fuck in yo mans and what the fuck got into you

Cause **** we used to be cool

But nah bitch that's past shit

And I'm bout to bring it all in on my dead

Fuck with me RIP

Put like 20 on yo head

We never fucking with them **** who be fucking with the feds

Cause if you bring up all that shit my **** will not tell you nun

Before popping at yo crib

And if you think my **** bluffing

Imma show you how it is

You thing you got a lot to piss in

Well I'm popping off yo legs

And then I'm popping at yo momma, then I'm popping at yo bitch

I'm riding round four poles and a mink coat

Try me then we pop you watch you drop like blinko

Holo tips on the glock make a big hole

Cave to head right it

It be looking like a sink hole

Got a five-5, it gon' hit you

Fuck that bitch, slap that ****, that ho witchu

Won't go in the club, they say I can't bring my pistol

Fuck with the wrong ****, Imma' bout to lose my temper

Got a five-5, it gon' hit you

Fuck that bitch, slap that ****, that ho witchu

Won't go in the club, they say I can't bring my pistol

Fuck with the wrong ****, Imma' bout to lose my temper