5 and Better

[Produced by AraabMUZIK]

I keep somethin' bad, I'm supposed to

Hoppin' out with loafers on

Your chick's 44-inch hips, hold the toaster for 'em

My G ways got a (?)

You spend your days on a sofa, I'm car, jet and boatin' on 'em

I roll plenty deep

You get drunk, let the Henny speak

I get jumped, I'll let the semi leak

I'm very cheap, but I still fly every week

Get high everyday, marijuana heavyweight

Nigga I stunt (inhales)

And I ain't offbeat, I took a hit of the blunt

You know the, bigger the inside, the bigger the trunk

The bigger the problem, the bigger the pump

Get slumped, chump

We don't mix, you a shrimp to a soldier

Like oil and vinegar, or Batman and Joker

The new nine will poke ya

You pop your head out your pop, I pop in and out the bank

My bread out the box

I show up late, 80,000 dollar watch

You a hater, join the club

Shit done line around the block

I need houses by the dock, and a Bentley to flip flop

You know I was a (?) when you met me, bitch stop

I'll expose you, blow everything up

Tick tock, do you niggas like G-Money did to Chris Rock

Show up in the Martin, make ya bitch lip drop

Light the whole fuckin' park up, bottom my Zip Loc

You want zip off, young fly thing tuggin' my zipper

The stars came out tonight, but I'm the Big Dipper

Hundred bill tipper, real nigga, a steel gripper

Heel lifter

I'll lift your spirit outchya body

I'll be probably, shotty, every color (?) Maserati

Or Ducati, Bugatti, step lively you snotty

Arturo Gatti with the punch

Let 'em fly, hear the crunch

Bring 'em all out, they be my lunch

I buy thousand-dollar shoes, wear 'em once

I front, I came a long way from sharin' blunts

I'm smart, but that don't mean look to me for the answers

He can't wipe his own ass, leave him in pampers

These niggas ain't good rappers, they good dancers

This shit I know you can't learn on campus

Answers for bulletholes, chances and strip poles

Chick keep your lips closed, on anywhere the dick goes

I'm a walking compliment, you won't get those

All my niggas schizos, and tuckin' it for shit froze

Now watch how I switch flows

I bag your girl and make her tip-toe, all in and out the whip low

For dick bro

I ain't cuffin' a chick though

I'm here and there, air is clear

Know you're near up in the lair

Money to the ceiling, yeah

Until the day I return

I'm leaving you with another 50, enemies burned