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G5 Video (MV)




Performed By: $naplifedeezy
Length: 3:01
Written by: D'errick Smith




$naplifedeezy - G5 Lyrics




I'm kicking this shit with no feet
Yungin I heard that you fly like a G5
I know you be keeping it G
You been a boss even when you was knee high
Everybody in the streets now taking pictures throwing K's up
Type of shit will get your brains bust better stay up in yo lane
In these streets it ain't a game
Well it depends on how you play
Just know when your waisted no one can save you this ain't no GTA
Get put on the pavement
For what your saying niggas go straight in ya face
Boy you ain't gone make it
Don't let em take it
Better straighten up ya face
Better walk light when its dark
Pull up ya pants keep ya eyes open
My bro had white like bubba sparks
But they put em in chains now his time frozen
Why they took his time from him
It ain't his fault
Its the environment
The boy so hot he needs an oven mitt
Them people should've never f*cked with him
Thats the reason why they dying
If I'm lying then I'm flying
If I'm lying God can strike me
F*ck the Thunder bring the lightning
I put it on a stack of Bibles
Put it on a couple of crosses
Move around ya before I cross ya
NA I know some bosses took some losses
But they got that shit right right back
Told my momma I'm not going out like that
Imma buss em for they get to up
I tote a 30 15 ain't enough
I'm shooting like curry I'm warrior tough
This ain't a flick don't be pulling them stunts
I'm in the apartments I'm posted with runts
They stomach growling so they on the hunt
Pokin yo window and spend it at lunch
I f*ck with them youngins my young niggas Kutt
Middle of the drought and they running it up
MIddle school thugging they don't give a f*ck
Remind me of me when I was growing up
I ain't have no guidance I was moving righteous
Them demons they wanted me I had to fight em
Late night flights I remember just sliding
F*ck the street light Imma be out all night
I'm doing wrong until I get it right
Write all my songs but this a freestyle
But the style ain't free
Shawty wanna f*ck you know how that be
I'm on like one my dawg on like three
We gone shoot a movie like Spike Lee
Get up on the bus and do the right thing
You will get shot like duck rabbit season
That probably went over your head
If it did that means it wasn't for you to catch
Drop the location we got it from there
Me and my niggas show up where you at
Pop out the box no jack
No soda I pop ya cap
In the car no seatbelt but I'm strapped
Rubberband how a nigga get stretched
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I'm kicking this shit with no feet
Yungin I heard that you fly like a G5
I know you be keeping it G
You been a boss even when you was knee high
Everybody in the streets now taking pictures throwing K's up
Type of shit will get your brains bust better stay up in yo lane
In these streets it ain't a game
Well it depends on how you play
Just know when your waisted no one can save you this ain't no GTA
Get put on the pavement
For what your saying niggas go straight in ya face
Boy you ain't gone make it
Don't let em take it
Better straighten up ya face
Better walk light when its dark
Pull up ya pants keep ya eyes open
My bro had white like bubba sparks
But they put em in chains now his time frozen
Why they took his time from him
It ain't his fault
Its the environment
The boy so hot he needs an oven mitt
Them people should've never f*cked with him
Thats the reason why they dying
If I'm lying then I'm flying
If I'm lying God can strike me
F*ck the Thunder bring the lightning
I put it on a stack of Bibles
Put it on a couple of crosses
Move around ya before I cross ya
NA I know some bosses took some losses
But they got that shit right right back
Told my momma I'm not going out like that
Imma buss em for they get to up
I tote a 30 15 ain't enough
I'm shooting like curry I'm warrior tough
This ain't a flick don't be pulling them stunts
I'm in the apartments I'm posted with runts
They stomach growling so they on the hunt
Pokin yo window and spend it at lunch
I f*ck with them youngins my young niggas Kutt
Middle of the drought and they running it up
MIddle school thugging they don't give a f*ck
Remind me of me when I was growing up
I ain't have no guidance I was moving righteous
Them demons they wanted me I had to fight em
Late night flights I remember just sliding
F*ck the street light Imma be out all night
I'm doing wrong until I get it right
Write all my songs but this a freestyle
But the style ain't free
Shawty wanna f*ck you know how that be
I'm on like one my dawg on like three
We gone shoot a movie like Spike Lee
Get up on the bus and do the right thing
You will get shot like duck rabbit season
That probably went over your head
If it did that means it wasn't for you to catch
Drop the location we got it from there
Me and my niggas show up where you at
Pop out the box no jack
No soda I pop ya cap
In the car no seatbelt but I'm strapped
Rubberband how a nigga get stretched
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Writer: D'errick Smith
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