Finatic - #5UITED! Lyrics

Im So Slimee
Im a Rockstar (OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Rrahh)
I'm in all black, suited
I'll throw dum-dums on a nigga top, since his lil ass wanna act stupid
Ju-Jump out the back of the car with a glock, No, I won't hesitate, I'ma shoot it
We got drums and sticks on the glocks, we tryn' make us some music
He caught a shot, he wounded
Jump in the ride, we zoomin'
Scope on the glock, I'ma zoom in
We see a opp? Boom him
M50i, vroomin
These lil niggas be tryna be down, they don't even know what they doin'
I let the firework? bitch, get down, you'll get hit with the boom stick
You heard what I said on "HADOUKEN!"
Lil5iveten? He the best
Yo' bitch bein' a fan, she asked me to sign her breast
This ain't a game, no Fortnite, you can't build, one shot, Open yo' chest
This ain't a game like Warzone, we in the field, hit-stick, you gettin' stretched
Niggas don't want no wreck
Bro' put a switch on a TEC
Nike, lil nigga checked
White tee? I paint it red
Bro' got a big ass Beretta, he'll fold him like a barrette
I whip the blick out the sweater, headshot, shit drippin' like sweat
Life is a Gamble? Bet
Just like a Soccer skin, bitch, I'm a sweat
Boy, you a bitch, you ain't no threat
I blow this shit like a Clarinet
Took his gang down, he upset
Got hit tryna slide, he went out like Jeff
Cookin' the opps, bitch, I'm a Chef
Bitch, we official, we aint no Refs
Bitch, I'm official, I'm from da West
Think shit a game? Put him in rest
Purgin' these niggas, this is not a test
Hurtin' these niggas, I leave 'em depressed
Jump on that court, play ball, I really be injurin' niggas, I'm gettin' 'em benched
Beat on the face of a opp with the glock, just like Emmett Till? That nigga got lynched
I got the stick, he tried to run up and Box? Then, his lil ass got clinched
I got the stick, it clean shit up like a mop, wet his ass up, he got drenched
We finna kill these niggas, jump out the car with 3 Ks, we the new KLAN
I don't even like these niggas like I'm a Nazi, I'm finna' blow up they land
I keep smokin' these niggas, they get me fryin', I be creatin' new strands
Hop out on feet, he got hit with some fire, these shits burn like sand
Talkin' to me? You better watch yo' mouth, cuz' I pop shit like Xans
Hop on the beat, I'm bout to walk this shit so bad, I get swollen legs
Uh, shit get scary like Five Nights at Fred's
This shit talk like Ted
You'll get in yo' head
Tell him "Rest in Peace", we put his lil ass to bed
LIl nigga wasn't on point, so he got hit with the lead
Bitch
(Bitch, Uh-uh)
(Uh, uh)
Lil5iveten-Lil5iveten (Rrahh-Rrahh)
Rockstar, Rockstar (Rrahh-Rrahh)
Im a Rockstar (Rrahh)
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?