5 AM In Hollywood

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Brent Rambo Yeah, yeah Aye, aye [Chorus] We turning shit into a feast like catering Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man Give him a taste of this shit like a better man I got a cannon on me like Mega Man I got a demon with me like an anime Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper Ordered some hot wings Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things 556 what the fuck is you boxing This bitch got contacts like Hopsin She catching contact when she hop in this car My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar [Verse] I'm in Fendi and Prada and probably McQueen Or that Ricky and Marni when I'm on the scene I can't fuck with no bitches who stuck on the scene My life is a movie can't be in a scene You got to go head and schedule Bought some tracer bullets this is new ammunition Smoke all the top shelf serve all the midget I ain't got nothing to eat but it's pounds in this kitchen Remember the younger me ran on the red line Hit the A, I was jumping on I'm making paper in the City of Angels Run that shit up like I play for the Chargers Got to get to it I'm just like my father When I get high I be flying with saucers Brodie he back on his shit with them boxes 10 different cards I say just charge them If you rat and we around we keeping it solid You gonna run out of time And it's Jean Paul Gaultier chains on my collar If I take another Perc 10 I'm a be nauseous [Chorus] We turning shit into a feast like catering Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man Give him a taste of this shit like a better man I got a cannon on me like Mega Man I got a demon with me like an anime Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper Ordered some hot wings Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things 556 what the fuck is you boxing This bitch got contacts like Hopsin She catching contact when she hop in this car My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar [Verse] Choppa hit him, his car do a tre-flip I'm a tweak on this shit if the bass hit My bitch hella saddidy you can't hit I'm a walk on some shit Nigga fucked up the bag and he followed the bitch Now he don't got a bitch Cause he broke as a mother fucker ain't that some shit Now my fist in the pot until I'm breakin my wrist I can jump in that pressure I can't never miss Yeah That bitch sucking my dick with a crazy lisp Hell start with the verdict you crazy Finna cook up a bird like Jadakiss I'm on exotic, codeine with the cannabis Fucking too much I can not be celibate We finna fire up mixing the elements Upping your pipe you can not be hesitant [Chorus] We turning shit into a feast like catering Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man Give him a taste of this shit like a better man I got a cannon on me like Mega Man I got a demon with me like an anime Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper Ordered some hot wings Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things 556 what the fuck is you boxing This bitch got contacts like Hopsin She catching contact when she hop in this car My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar