5am In A Bad Mood

[Intro]

Yuh, Real Rx, yuh

[Verse]

Real dope boy, same fit for three days

Coke residue on aunty plate

Third razor, I hope it don't break

I walk in the trap like Larenz Tate

Seen cuz cook crack in an Easy Bake

A good batch left aunty with the shakes

Watch the cameras in the trap all day

Paul Wall in the Audi, sitting sideways

Gave unc a dub to wash the Audi, gave another dub to clean the driveway

I don't like niggas looking at me sideways

I don't got a job, I know crime pays

I tried to change, I'm stuck in my ways

I up the glick, beat the fuck out your face

Bad thoughts, I'm having bad visions

Up the glick broad day, go to tripping

I'm Jefferey Dahmer when I'm in the kitchen

And that pot like grandma on Sunday, mixing

Ah well, I read the Bible, I ain't listen

Too busy loading that stick, tryna hit shit

Talking sideways, get your shit split

5.56 go through a big bitch

I hate when niggas talk like they live shit, but know damn well they ain't did shit

Step in the kitchen, show you how my wrist hits

For Christmas I ain't get one gift on my wishlist

Right there and then, I knew I had to hit licks

You'll never get nothing if you don't risk it

Paranoid, go to sleep everyday clutching my pistol

My bitch tell me everyday I got issues

This stick got kick like it do Jiu-Jitsu

I'm a big bulldog, you a Shih Tzu

Pop a Perc', jump in the Audi and get loose

Roll the window down, let that bitch loose

Thought I hit one corner, found out I hit two

Talk behind ya back, shit that a bitch do

Back out the glick, bet I make a bitch move

On the block, catching licks, I skipped school

Flipped the thirty one and bought a deuce

Flipped the deuce and bought a coupe

Push a button and drop the roof

I feel like Flak when the Drac' shoot

In the club, tweaking off the boot

Stomp a nigga out in my boots

Run my hands through a brick like a masseuse

Can't imitate or copy what I do

When you see me shoot, just follow suit

I see cuz bust a move, I follow through

She eat me up and swallow too

Bitch suck dick like she Snaggletooth

Fuck a bag, I bought her a coupe

You the type of nigga to shoot in the roof

I'm the type of nigga that'll shoot at you

You, you, you and you

Broad day light, whatchu wanna do?

It could be me against you

You, you and you

Shit, and them niggas too

Wake up in the morning in a bad mood

Drac' hit A to Z like Papoose

I ain't wanna rob him, but I had to

When they say Pap name, it's bad news

Paint a picture of me, like I'm a bad dude

They gonn' give me my credit, its past due

They got my name in investigations

They know I shoot with no hesitation

Rob a nigga and strip him naked

Can't run from your problems, you gotta face 'em