I might jump up
Yeah I might jump up
I might jump up
Bro said get to the racks and I'm like damn
I might spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round and smoke your man
Nigga f*ckin' with the five bro we all creating strands
Like damn like damn
Like damn like damn
I might jump up
Bro said get to the racks and I'm like damn
I might spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round and smoke your man
Nigga f*ckin' with the five bro we all creating strands
Like damn Like damn
Like damn Like damn
I can't hit my lil dance cause this .40 in my pants
And I might just smoke your man
F*ck 'round rob him for some bands
4th of July
Look in the sky
See these bullets raining damn
No he not alive that nigga died
Boy stop f*ckin' with the five
Man I might just grab a pound
And smoke on sh right out the zip
F*ck that bitch boy hit and quit
Stop lil boy you not on shit
This the first time im doin' some jazz
Call up the five hop right on your ass
Where you at we on your trail
Send the blitz right through the mail
She look in my eyes then got on her knees
And said all hail
Yeah she said all hail the five
Through the room hear her moan and cry
He still alive boy I'm surprised
See this look all in my eyes
I'm a demon in disguise
Bro just got his case dismissed
2 days later on dogshit
Ain't no bitchin' we all spin
I might jump up
Bro said get to the racks and I'm like damn
I might spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round and smoke your man
Nigga f*ckin' with the five bro we all creating strands
Like damn Like damn
Like damn Like damn
I might jump up
Bro said get to the racks and I'm like damn
I might spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round spin 'round and smoke your man
Nigga f*ckin' with the five bro we all creating strands
Like damn Like damn
Like damn Like damn