G5

[Intro: Lil Keed] (Zaytoven) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah God damn, I couldn't even breathe just then [Chorus: Lil Keed] I spend that money Shots at her bonnet RIP London I'm gettin' some hundreds I beat her back in I'm gettin' them back-ends I got your freak ho, yeah, come on and tag in Your main ho gave top Gucci flip-flops I got baby forty on me, shit, I pop shots Got Slimes that pop locks Yeah, fuckin' these thots I just hopped on a G5 with a G5, you know what I'm sayin'? (Let's go, let's go) [Verse 1: DYN Finesse] Cali niggas that get money woah (Finesse) DYN, they come and snatch your soul (DYN) You know we never worried about so and so (Slime) Gonna Slime a nigga that's stealin' from the store (Slatt) Yeah, DYN fuckin' all these nigga hoes (DYN) Stack the hundreds up to the motherfuckin' O (Yeah) Fake ass niggas DYN gonna expose (Yeah) DYN, money, snakes in my show (Oh yeah) It's never been a worry Stayed down, run the racks up in a hurry We not signing shit, man, he cannot get discouraged Why you actin' gangster when you know that you nerdy? Bitch, I'm on a xan, moving slower than a turtle She told me "Take it easy," but you know I would not hurt her Ain't even do it, y'all just sit here with no purpose Pass me the water 'cause you know these bitches thirsty When they say I'm dirty, bitch, I'm dirty than ever You know that Slug, that's my twin, know he slimy as ever Niggas actin' like they hard, but they softer than ever DYN think smart, bitch, you know I'm too clever Slatt, slatt, slatt Take her shit, won't get it back Thoroughest nigga in the city, that's a fact, yeah (DYN) Shawty run it up, uh, asthma attack Can I pull up on Kanye if I ain't stamp back? Woah (Facts) [Chorus: Lil Keed] I spend that money Shots at her bonnet RIP London I'm gettin' some hundreds I beat her back in I'm gettin' them back-ends I got your freak ho, yeah, come on and tag in Your main ho gave top Gucci flip-flops I got baby forty on me, shit, I pop shots Got Slimes that pop locks Yeah, fuckin' these thots I just hopped on a G5 with a G5, you know what I'm sayin'? (Let's go, let's go) [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] I'll be the one drop the bag on the opps (No cap) Y'all be the quicker ones that call the cops (Shut that) Ain't sweet 'cause your lil' bitch gettin' dropped (Say what?) Scat pack, yeah, pay the tag on the narcs (Skrrt, skrrt) Give your ass a high fade just like Barber (Let's go, Hoodbaby) Teach a lesson, I'll spank, spank that boy (Hah) No stylist, drip all season (Yeah) Yeah, I'm comin' 'round, I been flexin' on them birds (Hoodbaby) Soon I pop my shit, they thinkin' I'm wrong (Haha, pop your shit) Keep 'em comin', beggin' for money like goons (So high, oh, woah) On a bootron On the bullshit, just leave me alone (I'm just geeked) Had a Hublot at nineteen, then copped a two-tone (I don't wanna argue) I'm a drippy lil 'bastard, and I be runnin' that Ghost like I'm Casper (Now I switched to the Porsche) Yeah, I'm shittin' on these fuck ass niggas, I need some pampers (That's crazy) You niggas too funny, remind me of Adam Sandler (You niggas not the source) I'm fuckin' on a nigga bitch, yeah, when I pull up camera (Hoodbaby) [Chorus: Lil Keed] I spend that money Shots at her bonnet RIP London I'm gettin' some hundreds I beat her back in I'm gettin' them back-ends I got your freak ho, yeah, come on and tag in Your main ho gave top Gucci flip-flops I got baby forty on me, shit, I pop shots Got Slimes that pop locks Yeah, fuckin' these thots I just hopped on a G5 with a G5, you know what I'm sayin'? (Let's go, let's go)