5 Wagon

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren]

Yeah...

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Smack lames, Versace frames cover my iris

Stay alert, never show my eyelids

I'm the livest

Provide bliss in baggies

Pushing 5 wagons and Caddies

See them banging chicks with fatties

We them bitches baby daddies

Probably, maybe

Oh shit, it could be possible

Y'all niggas couldn't see me

I'm a young optical obstacle

Gorilla bread, moving like a beast

Looking phenomenal

Hit 'em in they face with brakes, if not splash the abdominal

You might have seen me in a cardigan rocking a monocle

Grease my feet and leave the murder scene with every follicle

Diabolical

The drink is spiked with something soluble

Keep it hood, y'all niggas talking good

But then we follow through

Think about it

My niggas'll follow you then hollow you

That's word to what I rep

So show respect to what the dollar do

Hear us rhyme and see us shine

And then you'll see it's true

You faggots blew a tranny and you never owned a vehicle

Word...

[Bridge: Action Bronson]

(*coughs*) Yeah, I'm a fucking laid-back guy, man

I don't know why everybody wants to fucking have a problem

Guess when you going places man

You know how that go

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Yo, yo

Chopping wood, sweater smelling like the fireplace

Look in a mirror, see a lion's face

Whip spicy like a Cayenne

You ain't tryna get this money, motherfucker

Well I am

Bitches from Thailand

Get turned to moo goo gai pan

Pumping voodoo, drinking Yoohoo

Shawty put the poodle where she doo-doo

You motherfuckers acting new-new

Put you in a tutu

Nobody even recognize the new you

Yeah, cut your dick, made a pussy with it

Bitch, I'm Ronnie Coleman, you a rookie with it

Queens to Brooklyn, shit it

Glenfiddich, neat

Or rather unique down to my feet

Linen shorts, set brown, stop right at the kneecap

I love this, but I don't need rap

Yo fuck your feedback

And suck my dick to the haters

That's why I whip the 5 wagon

Gators all flavors, bitch