G5 (feat. DYN Finesse) E

Say it, Melvin. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Goddamn, I couldn't even breathe it in. I spend that money. I spend that money. Shots of Bunny. Shots of Bunny. RIP London. RIP London. I'm getting some hundreds. I'm getting some Hundreds. I be the backend. I'm getting them them backend. I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and Tag in. Your main hoe gay talk. Gucci flip flops. I got Baby 40 on me, shit, I pop Shock. Got slimes that pop locks. Yeah, I'm fucking these thots. I dropped G5 with the G5, know what I'm Saying? Let's go, let's go. Yeah, call that nigga if they get money, woah. DYN'll come and snitch your soul. You know we never worried about so and so. Young slime nigga, death spinning from your stove. Yeah, DYN fucking on nigga hoe. Say I'm from the Stunna to the motherfucker O. Fake ass nigga, DYN gonna smoke. Yeah, DYN might just snatch somebody's throat. It's never been a worry. Say boy run them racks up in a hurry. Man that slimy shit, now he cannot get discouraged. Why you acting gangster when you know that you're Nerdy? Bitch, I'm out of time, moving slower than A turtle. She tell me take it easy, but You know I would heard her. Aiming the dude, Yeah, they see him on purpose. Pass me the water 'cause you know this bitch Is thirsty. They done say I'm dirty, bitch, I'm Dirtier than ever. You know the slug, that my Twin, know he slimey as ever. Nigga acting like they hard but they softer than Ever. DYN think smart, bitch, you know I'm too Clever. Slatt, slatt. Take your shit, won't get it back. There's niggas in the city, that's a fact. Time to run it up, woah, ask my tat. Can I pull up on County if I ain't Stamp that? Woah, facts. I spend that money. I spend that money. Shots of Bunny. Shots of Bunny. RIP London. RIP London. I'm getting some hundreds. I'm getting some I be The backend. I I'm getting them backend. backend. I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and Tag in. Your main hoe gay talk. Gucci flip flops. I got Baby 40 on me, shit, I pop Shock. Got slimes that pop locks. Yeah, I'm fucking these thots. I dropped on the G5 with the G5, what I'm saying? Let's go, let's go. I be the one drop bags on the opps. Yeah, be the crooked one, dead call the cops. And you sweet 'cause your little bitch get dropped. Scat pack, yeah, pay the tax. ES a high fade just like Barbie. Teach your left side, spank, spank that boy. No stylist, drip off season. Yeah, I'm coming raw, I'm flexing boys. Told you they do it. Soon I pop my Shit, they thinking I'm wrong. Pop your shit. Keep on coming, begging for money Like gone. So how, From the boot trunk, On the bullshit, just leave me alone. On the JT. Had a Hublot eight nineteen then Cocked two-tone. On heart. I'm a drippy lil' bastard. And I be running that gold like I'm Casper. Yeah, fronting on a fuck ass nigga, I need Some papers. These niggas too funny, remind me of Adam Sandler. Fuck another nigga bitch, yeah, when I pull up On County. Pull up, baby. I spend that money. I spend that money. Shots of Bunny. Shots of Bunny. RIP London. RIP London. I'm getting some hundreds. I'm getting some Hundreds. I be the backend. I I'm getting them backend. I'm I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on And tag in. Your main hoe gay talk. Gucci flip flops. I got Baby 40 on me, shit, I pop Shock. Got slimes that pop locks. Yeah, I'm fucking these thots. I dropped on the G5 with the G5, what I'm saying? Let's go, let's go.