Why these niggas always reaching, got their hands out
Trying to collect everything that I own See my mood change when I see Five-Zero
Outside with the gang and we sippin' on Four-Zero Only talk money, no small talk
I don't need to chase a bag i can walk hoe I hope you niggas heard of me
He a dead op so we put em in the Cemetry I stay trapping' with the killers that be playing' for keeps
I'm getting' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
All the niggas sneak dissin so we gon' pop em with ease now he deceased missing left his ass in the streets
And when I'm comin' for your stash, I get right in my zone Hit the crop and hit it fast, then it's back on the road
Any more than three minutes, then you tryna get caught I'm the type you pay to see, you the type to be known
On a mission, it's a man down Still smokin' all this pain till I pass out Still ridin' through the rain till we crash out
Bitch, we at the same i wont , take a f*ckin' handout She gon' let it rain so I bought the f*ckin' gang out
Only talk money, no small talk I don't need to chase a bag i can walk hoe
I hope you niggas heard of me he a dead op so we put him in the Cemetery
I stay trappin' with the killers that be playin' for keeps I'm gettin' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
All the niggas sneak dissing so we gon' pop em with ease Now he deceased missing left his ass in the streets
I told Brody to chill, don't you overthink about bread Mind always on the paper route , I told Brody put it to rest
Same night he took the trip, he went and told to the feds Hard time hearing half the shit that he said
Like, how the f*ck you gon' tell on the bros? All this time I thought you real, now you turned to a ghost
Still got certified demons, they be doin' the most Still hangin' with the killers that'll tag for your toe
I'm just gettin' money quick, still bangin' the low But they know, if my homie slips, even he can catch a halo
If I cannot miss, then you know that it's case closed I got real steppers with me sittin' on the table
Only talk money, no small talk I don't need to chase a bag, I can walk hoe
I hope you niggas heard of me he a dead op so we put em' in the Cemetery
I stay trappin' with the killers that be playin' for keeps I'm gettin' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
Heard a nigga sneak dissing we gon' pop em with ease Now he a deceased missing and left his ass in the streets
Lil YBK - FIVE O Lyrics
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Why these niggas always reaching, got their hands out
Trying to collect everything that I own See my mood change when I see Five-Zero
Outside with the gang and we sippin' on Four-Zero Only talk money, no small talk
I don't need to chase a bag i can walk hoe I hope you niggas heard of me
He a dead op so we put em in the Cemetry I stay trapping' with the killers that be playing' for keeps
I'm getting' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
All the niggas sneak dissin so we gon' pop em with ease now he deceased missing left his ass in the streets
And when I'm comin' for your stash, I get right in my zone Hit the crop and hit it fast, then it's back on the road
Any more than three minutes, then you tryna get caught I'm the type you pay to see, you the type to be known
On a mission, it's a man down Still smokin' all this pain till I pass out Still ridin' through the rain till we crash out
Bitch, we at the same i wont , take a f*ckin' handout She gon' let it rain so I bought the f*ckin' gang out
Only talk money, no small talk I don't need to chase a bag i can walk hoe
I hope you niggas heard of me he a dead op so we put him in the Cemetery
I stay trappin' with the killers that be playin' for keeps I'm gettin' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
All the niggas sneak dissing so we gon' pop em with ease Now he deceased missing left his ass in the streets
I told Brody to chill, don't you overthink about bread Mind always on the paper route , I told Brody put it to rest
Same night he took the trip, he went and told to the feds Hard time hearing half the shit that he said
Like, how the f*ck you gon' tell on the bros? All this time I thought you real, now you turned to a ghost
Still got certified demons, they be doin' the most Still hangin' with the killers that'll tag for your toe
I'm just gettin' money quick, still bangin' the low But they know, if my homie slips, even he can catch a halo
If I cannot miss, then you know that it's case closed I got real steppers with me sittin' on the table
Only talk money, no small talk I don't need to chase a bag, I can walk hoe
I hope you niggas heard of me he a dead op so we put em' in the Cemetery
I stay trappin' with the killers that be playin' for keeps I'm gettin' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
Heard a nigga sneak dissing we gon' pop em with ease Now he a deceased missing and left his ass in the streets
Trying to collect everything that I own See my mood change when I see Five-Zero
Outside with the gang and we sippin' on Four-Zero Only talk money, no small talk
I don't need to chase a bag i can walk hoe I hope you niggas heard of me
He a dead op so we put em in the Cemetry I stay trapping' with the killers that be playing' for keeps
I'm getting' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
All the niggas sneak dissin so we gon' pop em with ease now he deceased missing left his ass in the streets
And when I'm comin' for your stash, I get right in my zone Hit the crop and hit it fast, then it's back on the road
Any more than three minutes, then you tryna get caught I'm the type you pay to see, you the type to be known
On a mission, it's a man down Still smokin' all this pain till I pass out Still ridin' through the rain till we crash out
Bitch, we at the same i wont , take a f*ckin' handout She gon' let it rain so I bought the f*ckin' gang out
Only talk money, no small talk I don't need to chase a bag i can walk hoe
I hope you niggas heard of me he a dead op so we put him in the Cemetery
I stay trappin' with the killers that be playin' for keeps I'm gettin' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
All the niggas sneak dissing so we gon' pop em with ease Now he deceased missing left his ass in the streets
I told Brody to chill, don't you overthink about bread Mind always on the paper route , I told Brody put it to rest
Same night he took the trip, he went and told to the feds Hard time hearing half the shit that he said
Like, how the f*ck you gon' tell on the bros? All this time I thought you real, now you turned to a ghost
Still got certified demons, they be doin' the most Still hangin' with the killers that'll tag for your toe
I'm just gettin' money quick, still bangin' the low But they know, if my homie slips, even he can catch a halo
If I cannot miss, then you know that it's case closed I got real steppers with me sittin' on the table
Only talk money, no small talk I don't need to chase a bag, I can walk hoe
I hope you niggas heard of me he a dead op so we put em' in the Cemetery
I stay trappin' with the killers that be playin' for keeps I'm gettin' money like it's easy, got a brick overseas
Heard a nigga sneak dissing we gon' pop em with ease Now he a deceased missing and left his ass in the streets
Writer: Tapeni Tafa
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