5.6

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Beep, huh, huh Beep (Boop-boop), beep, beep, beep (Psst, boop-boop-boop) Do somethin' (Beep, beep, beep), what? Hold up, what? Woah, yeah [Chorus] Bitch, pull up, get murdered, hold up I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah (Syrup) Told slime, "Make that swerve" (Slime, what?) Back in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Word, yeah) I spent fifteen on some Percs (Hey) Spe-spend a lil' fifteen, make that work (Beep-beep-beep) I just kissed my fuckin' cup (Cup) Spilled that red up on my shirt (Lean) You don't got sh— that lil' shit dirt (Yeah) I was in the back just countin' up murders, yeah (Yeah) Givenchy shirt like five hundred (Word) Swear that cryin' ass shit don't hurt (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I was with S— oh yeah, oh yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah) Opiates fucked my mind up Dumb lil' bitch, you can't get designer I was in London fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, fucked up (Beep, beep) Fuckin' them pounds up, yeah (Beep, beep) Fuckin' her mouth up, huh (Yeah), yeah, yeah Fuckin' her mouth up, yeah (Huh?) Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?) We gon' up the shoot, like twenty men (Yeah) Nigga wanna be just like his dad (Yeah) Put a lil' 5.6 on his ass [Verse] Yeah, new Balenci' bag Yeah, told slime, "Fill the mags" Yeah, we got— pfft, yeah Yeah, I'ma have to reach in that bag Yeah, I'm in this bitch, Lil O Yeah, Bentley go, Bentley go fast Bitch, I can't miss a ho, yeah Know some nigga gon' crack, yeah Know some nigga gon' crack, yeah I got the lil' bitch mad (Yeah) I got the lil' bitch mad (Yeah) Fine bitch delu', shit bad (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) [Chorus] Bitch, pull up, get murdered, hold up (Hold up) I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah (Syrup) Told slime, "Make that swerve" (Slime, what?) Back in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Word, yeah) I spent fifteen on some Percs (Hey) Spe-spend a lil' fifteen, make that work (Beep-beep-beep) I just kissed my fuckin' cup (Cup) Spilled that red up on my shirt (Lean) You don't got sh— that lil' shit dirt (Yeah) I was in the back just countin' up murders, yeah (Yeah) Givenchy shirt like five hundred (Word) Swear that cryin' ass shit don't hurt (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I was with S— oh yeah, oh yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah) Opiates fucked my mind up Dumb lil' bitch, you can't get designer I was in London fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, fucked up (Beep, beep) Fuckin' them pounds up, yeah (Beep, beep) Fuckin' her mouth up, huh (Yeah), yeah, yeah Fuckin' her mouth up, yeah (Huh?) Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?) We gon' up the shoot, like twenty men (Yeah) Nigga wanna be just like his dad (Yeah) Put a lil' 5.6 on his ass [Outro] Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop