mguapo – 5 am! lyrics
(malachi you are trash n+gga)
hook:
we gon run to the bag n+gga feelin like ricky
we gon leave the opp redd like his name was trippie
shawty hot like tamale and she wanna kiss me
but i told the lil b+tch ion do the d+mn kissing
i said f+ck all that talkin b+tch gimme dat throat
gotta g19 and it came wit a scope
he got hit wit dat glock now he pray to the pope
now that n+gga gon fall like a negative slope
verse:
we gon up da d+mn pole make it blow like a whistle
yea my money been but this sh+t is not crippled
n+ggas riding my wave cus these n+ggas got ripplеs
uh yea.. n+ggas got.. yea
shawty got dsl feelin like kyliе
i’m on dat block and i’m shootin like kyrie
uppin the pole now he hooked to the iv
gettin them checks i ain’t talkin no nike
shawty riding my d+ck like she really just biking
b+tch i’m just going up like a n+gga just hiking
and i carry the pack like i play for the vikings
b+tch i’m sending these bullets like i was tom brady
got a seven foot shooter he lookin like kd
choppa blasting like fireworks ain’t talkin katy
yea his pockets been slim but my sh+t really shady
yea these n+ggas really hoes and i know that
b+tch i really bop on that hoe like i’m kodak
pull up wit a d+mn chop we gon make his ass go back
and i’m f+ckin that bad b+tch you already kno dat
b+tch i get to the cheese like a mf rat
i can’t fw no thot cus i swear they a gnat
yea them bullets gon tear through his skin like a tat
cus them glocks and them fns gonna shoot at his back
i+i got them diamonds they shining like riri
b+tch that’s not a glock boy you holdin a bb
bad lil b+tch rlly textin me she wanna see me
i can’t love on no b+tch n+gga just like it’s keke
n+gga rlly a rat man i’m callin him mickey
b+tch i’m in a lil situation and it’s sticky
n+ggas keep talkin and i’m not just wit it
wanna up the d+mn fye cus my fingers been itching
hook:
we gon run to the bag n+gga feelin like ricky
we gon leave the opp redd like his name was trippie
shawty hot like tamale and she wanna kiss me
but i told the lil b+tch ion do the d+mn kissing
i said f+ck all that talkin b+tch gimme dat throat
gotta g19 and it came wit a scope
he got hit wit dat glock now he pray to the pope
now that n+gga gon fall like a negative slope
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