5 Mins of Barkin

Lyrics

[Intro] (I got exotic pack) [Verse 1: BabyTron] Catch me pullin' pints up out the pantry Catch me pull a trick and disappear just like I'm Gatsby Lil' bro a savage, he gon' play it like he Randy Two racks to Action Impact to buy a banshee I ain't even test it at the range Bring that black light and diamond tester for his chains (Ooh) Applyin' pressure for the day We applyin', applyin', 'plyin' pressure for the day Mossberg, behind the stove, behind the dresser, it's the Drac' 50 in the middle console, got a tester over pape' Birdies migratin' South, we trimmin' feathers in the A Never know when it's your last, so I'ma treasure every game I'ma give it all I got, I just sipped up all the Wock' Spin around and hit they block, spinned around until they dropped Why you playin' with that chop? Why you playin' with that mop? Why you playin' with that Glock? Why you playin' with that— eh Why you playin' on that block? Why you playin'? You a bot Why she playin' with that top? Why she playin'? She a bop I just got some new— uh, finna play it with the— uh If I see them blue troops, then I'm takin' off like— uh [Verse 2: MJPAID] Pop cost a dollar, it's a band in my pop Fuck you actin' like you man and you not? Band down the [?] on my jeans like I'm Pac Irritatin' bitch, once I fuck, you blocked How the fuck I'm not locked? I'm a con I done made a ten off a dot-com Q's on the A with Glock 9 Bands on me knot, hell no, I'm not signed I ain't never trippin' on a bitch that's not mine Bro, them lightskins fuckin' with the top side Tron got chop, make a nigga cha-cha All these niggas cap, niggas gettin' side-eyed Nigga, stop lyin' Chicken on me now, this shit Popeyes That's at least a hundred racks when we pop out Why you talkin' all that shit that you not 'bout? Fuck it, I get locked in your city, I'ma bond out [Verse 3: Fordio] Why you playin' with that pint? Pour some drop now Still probably kick a nigga game, I'm a dropout He probably scared of the risk, this my lifestyle I won't feel not a thing when I bite down He keep switchin' on his team, doggy know he foul I just darkened up my cream, now it's Zombie Files It's just that codeine and me, I done said my vows Huggin' on my cup, walkin' down the giffie aisle I can't chase a tuck, rather chase the mixed miles Thinkin' 'bout my slime, really said they set him down I done brought another load, but this from a different town Ho, you ain't no Morton Grove, I don't even want you 'round It just be me and my cup, feel like [?] I know a nigga throwin' green, cases on the hound Another nigga shippin' P's in by the load 40 switch hit to the ground, swear shit goin' wrong (I got exotic pack) [Verse 4: Beannskii] Fiendin' for some Wock', I need a lil' sip She done pissed me off, show me why I need six Gettin' in ski, she wasn't impressin' me, I need this Pour my feelings in a pop, and then I give it a French kiss Frrt, frrt-frrt, he can't duck the switch This bitch unloaded too fast, where my extra clip? Told this nigga watch his mouth, chop thumped his lip Couldn't find a strike in time, so I called a Lyft Once he front his move, I'm John Wick, off the hip Get the 'bow, then I hit it with a Shawn kick Tryna put a hole in a nigga, I'm posted up at Doms, bitch (Doin' donuts) Too much smoke from a chop, this like a hotbox, and I can't breathe [Verse 5: Prince Jefe] Two poles, two blicks, don't run, don't trip My nigga on his last and I put him on a lick Pop through 5.56, it's tearin' through bricks You pull down this one-way and we gon' park your shit They say I'm fucked up, I jugg a nigga, put my heart in slip Call that M1, shot a nigga in an argument I got some purple dope like I'm preparin' it Robbed a pharmacy, I drive my car in it In the Tesla, just keep shootin', I ain't drivin' it The way she rock the mic, I wake up, sign a bitch Call you back, I'm turnin' sixteen to thirty-six Rockin' Off-White that ain't drop, you can't find this shit Soon as we hit the lights, you know what time it is Cuddy bounce his car in at the light, can go around this shit He wanna get in the ring, I knocked out his bitch Tell the label send them M's to me, I send a million hits [Verse 6: StanWill] Tuh, I got the jump, he got shot, then I bounced like a basketball Six months' rent at your crib what the glasses cost Unc'll put the smackdown on you for a bag of raw Everything I touch, I overdo it, you just do enough Funny brodie said he kicked the cup, I caught him bootin' up This shit like Omaser, kill an opp, you know we lootin' up This shit on the floor, you say it's up, bitch, we gon' shoot the sun Bitch said, "Take me out to eat", you know she playin' sausage Bro can't wait to score on purple like he play for Boston How I see it, you ain't workin' if you ain't exhausted Real up in that field like how we blitzin' and we playin' offense? They say life tough, throw a helmet on She gon' rip my thing out the lang, I got Helmut on Got his wife fucked, she in hell in bones Rich for my chain, when it hang, I'ma mail him home [Verse 7: TrDee] Doggy actin' foul, we gon' send him out of bounds I just pulled up with Will, I ain't runnin' out of rounds I ain't worried 'bout them niggas, they a circus full of clowns Talkin' like the weed man, but he ain't even got no pounds Klay and Steph with me, I got shooters in the long sleeve Ray Charles can probably see me ballin' from the nosebleeds Niggas broke as fuck, don't got no motion, must don't like cheese Backwood full of zaza, I don't smoke Breeze Level up, man, y'all boys stuck just like a fuckin' statue Check my closet, you know I get fly just like a pterodactyl Gotta watch who you call in there 'cause bro a fuckin' hacker They like, "Damn, how did that nigga die?" Because he was a lacker How you try to take off on your team? It do not work like that Show my bitch my bank account, she damn near had a heart attack Glockie in my pocket sendin' bullets like a quarterback You be shoppin' on the cheap side, you don't go in Saks [Outro: TrDee] ShittyBoyz, SBDSM, y'all couldn't fuck with us, never could, ho (I got exotic pack)