5:57 AM Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] (Fresco, that's cold) (Tristen) (K$hare Beats) [Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ] Naw, we can't get one in, what's wrong with niggas? (What's wrong with niggas?) I don't even wanna do a song with niggas (Niggas lame) I ain't into talkin' on the phone with niggas (Never did) See me out, they like, ayy, that's that cloneless nigga (That's that cloneless nigga) Yeah, that's me, just got Prada on my bones, nigga (Prada on my bones, nigga) On the 7 shootin' dice, ain't no bones, nigga (Ain't no bones, nigga) Skinny nigga, but I flex like a strong nigga (Like a strong nigga) We keep passin' all these plays, goin' long, nigga (Goin' long, nigga) Clan in this bitch, foreigns pullin' up (Pullin' up) Bitch think she bad, but she ain't good enough (You ain't good enough) We ain't fuckin' with you lames, y'all ain't good as us (Y'all ain't good as us) Wild niggas with me, they'll make you put 'em up (They'll make you put 'em up) Sex on the stairs, that's the only time I'm fuckin' up (I'm fuckin' up) Feel like Ace Boogie, bitch, I ain't luckin' up (Bitch, I ain't luckin' up) We at Javiers, bitches fightin', bitches runnin' up (Bitches runnin' up) Devin Hester, I'm just tryna run a hundred up (Tryna run a hundred up) [Verse 2: Jeeezy] Sittin' in a Ghost with Dre, yeah, I can't make it up (I can't make it up) Only thing a nigga missin' was a double cup (On God) DJ faded as a bitch, he still rollin' up (Goddamn) All this Gucci with the gang like I'm Lil Pump (Like I'm Lil Pump) If she have an off day, then she getttin' dumped (On God) Large plates at Ruth Chris, yeah, I'm gettin' stuffed (Stuffed) She don't fuck the first night, then she out of luck (Bitch dumb) Catchin' plays all on King like I'm Cooper Kupp (Cooper Kupp) Niggas ain't really real, man, they wannabes (Niggas hoes) I ain't met a nigga yet who as cold as me (On my mama) Keep hittin' in the field 'til my shoulders bleed ('Til my shoulders bleed) Bad bitch, I'm in her mouth like some Listerine (Listerine) [Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ] Pussy fire, I can't lie, but you can't get a ring (I can't lie) Bringin' up old shit, I'm like, "What you mean?" (What you mean?) Don't I keep you fly? Dolce slides, Bally and Celine (and Celine) Don't I feed you good? Big steaks, ain't no Chilly D's (Ain't no Chilly D's) [Verse 4: Jeeezy] Don't I fuck you good? You be sayin' you gon' never leave Don't I talk shit in every booth? Patrick Beverly Found out I'm fuckin' on her friend, why you mad at me? (Why you mad at me?) [Verse 5: BlueBucksClan DJ] Number eight for Kobe Bryant, that's a tragedy (Goddamn) Louis V with Dior, yeah, I'm splashin' it (Yeah, I'm splashin' it) Nigga want a verse for me, yeah, I'm taxin' it (Yeah, I'm taxin' it) Ten foreigns pullin' up, ain't no Maxima (Ain't no Maxima) Told her I just want the neck like I'm Dracula (Like a vampire) [Ouro: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy] F's on my clothes and F's on my tires Nigga say he be with us, you a goddamn liar Clan in this bitch, set this bitch on fire Say she got a nigga, I'ma still fuckin' try her Layin' with a bad bitch, I ain't even tired 'Wood full of Gushers, nigga, I just need a lighter I'm already high, I be tryna get higher In a Lamborghini crawlin' 'round like a spider Y'all was tryna be like Mike, I was tryna be Myers I got ten phones, finna drop it to my buyer Niggas love to copy us, niggas biters Plain-ass white tee, but it's designer If she got a bag with some ass, I'ma find her Searchin' for that gold like a fuckin' 49er