Five Guys

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (It's BlueStrip, baby) Bitch, huh [Verse: StanWill] He think he on business, I'ma live him where he stand She know they Amiri, she gon' rip me out my pants I might be a rapper, still can give the bitch a chance I'm an orca in that water, all my opposites is clams All my opposites is hams My bitch look like Gina, but I still might fuck a Pam Had to buy the fanny, money got the skinnies crammed I don't wrestle much, but if I like her body, she get slammed Pendant after pendant after pendant, I got three chains Biggest-body whip, I got the Cullinan in three lanes Got an oppy runnin' with his stick, he doin' rеlays Brodie specialize in shootin' rappеrs like he D gangs Mother fuck the law, go tell 'em free gang Want the sauce, you gotta pay the cost, it ain't no free game I'm the reason that his ho got knee pain Chop'll get to singin' fully auto like it's T-Pain I got so much motherfuckin' money, still want more Ganger crashin' out like they some dummies, they on go They say it's a joke, but ain't shit funny when you broke Show your bitch my bank account, I bet she love me even more I remember I was sendin' dummies in the store Ghost a bitch and duck off in my duffy on a ho In that water fishin', hittin' guppies with my pole I ain't got no soul, your bitch done sucked me, now it's gone I ain't pumpin' iron, but the buffies got me strong Think he McFly but doggy dusty on the low Only came around when it was sunny, they some hoes Tell 'em wrap me up in paper like a mummy when I'm gone We was tryna wipe it, had him runnin' like his nose How this bitch a stripper but she runnin' from my pole? Yopper got some kick, you know we gunnin' for that gold He done said it's up with us, but now he duckin' all the smoke Hm, he a ho, but I expected it She my favorite bitch, she took the dick and she ingested it You know if that pint ain't from the pharm', then we inspected it Tried to guess my net worth and a milli' was her estimate I'll pull up shootin' like I'm Petrović He ain't got that EDD no more, shit, they invested it You gon' fuck or what? Ain't with the messaging Shoutout me and 'migos, I do business with my Mexicans Rockin' Who Decides War, this bitch said, "The president" If it's any problems, we got several blicks to settle it Hit her on the table, I done fucked her out her element Got more weapons than a veteran, throw me a medal, shit In the field like a combine They treat J like he a prince 'cause he got mob ties Whole gang full of burgers, I'ma call 'em Five Guys He just made a ten, I'm guessin' doggy want a high-five Whip a UFO, the bitches think I'm livin' sci-fi Reachin' for my neck, I be done flamed doggy lifeline Got him wonderin' why she go MIA at nighttime? Never gave a fuck about no rules or 'bout no guidelines They must think he ghost writin', bro got niggas buyin' lines Cuddy scientific, he might kill an opp with Cyanide Sneaker shoppin', boy, it's forty-three when I go buy a size When I hit his bitch, he played it off, I know he died inside Had to cut into her, suckin' dick is why you got a mind Doggy tried to pull up throwin' fits, ain't know I got a 9 Funny how I'm makin' all this paper, I just gotta rhyme I should drop a Rollie just to tell your ho that I ain't got the time [Outro: StanWill] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, you know what it is Whole lotta gang shit, bitch No cap, three chains on type shit Whole lot of money on me Bein' broke a joke, ain't a lot of funny on me type shit, you know that, though Gang, live from the Lab Huh, bitch