5 Dubs Songtext
von Jdot Breezy
5 Dubs Songtext
Aye
Nigga
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)
That boy mad that he got passed
He got shot and went out bad
Knocked yo partner off, don′t drop no diss bout me, nigga drop yo mask
Nigga pussy as a bitch, I catch that boy and do his ass
SRT on baby Glock I bet this bitch go super fast
Smokin 8, 35, B-I-B-B-Y, Jake Jhit had died, Mitch too, fuck they side
You ain't get no get back, swang this way, nigga try it
Fuck Y&R Dank, Neitri dead, tell them slide
I just paid for me another nigga, the second time
Kill them dead, I want them shots off in his head, go knock him down
You know Dot the Murdaman, put murder bags around town
You′ll never get my respect, nigga shot yo mama, boy you a clown
Oh let's talk about back in the G, yo ass got walked down
We know the truth, yo ass a bitch, that's why 50k had got from ′round
If I had that cash back then, 50k was gon′ take you down
Think them niggas 'round yo friend? Money gon′ turn they mind around
I had caught you comin' home one day but you made it in that house
That two door challenger, me and bro outside at yo house, camping out
Matter fact talk ′bout them apartments
Bitch you know what I'm talkin′ 'bout
You was lucky then, me, Boogieman, and So put chop in mouth
Nigga think he gon' turn up then watch me turn him down
Jdot gettin′ rich as fuck, they tryna knock me down
Bitch we put shit up when we pull up you hear that sound
I don′t get enough, I told bro let's go back ′round
Niggas gon' be scared, don′t let me sign, yall ass dead
Hate you niggas, I get rich, put a mil on yo whole hood head
Fuck everybody, boy I want the whole hood dead
2 rings just for the hats I bought but not the ones I did
Nigga got me fucked up, Jake Jhit, he fucked up
Foolio and Jarvo twins how y'all ass get touched up
Fuck it I might go for sum, tell yo mama I wanna fuck
Sike let me take that back, you know that bitch ugly as fuck
Ray popped a fake perc and clocked out, his time up
Rod K got did the worst, that backdoor was a slime huh
Yo homie killed Dirk, won′t diss Dirk, but you ain't slide for em
First six block nigga I caught, gave em 'bout nine of em
Thought you was gon run, caught you just in time huh
Treat an opp like IG, and then we slide up
A war outside, put on some shoes and put them slides up
When we drill it′s guaranteed a nigga die, duh
Ridin′ 'round with my twin, we outside, that′s my five blood
Keep that shit a hunnind nigga, like you just got 5 dubs
Choppy straighten him a nigga, like he was a lineup
Know its never safe for niggas, can't get you, we hit yo cuz
Teki get rolled up, I smoke him so much
If you got a hat nigga, put yo pole up
Doorman shouted nigga make a store run
You know I got my 40, on John Ima blow sum
Nigga
(Stay with Vegas on the wave)
That boy mad that he got passed
He got shot and went out bad
Knocked yo partner off, don′t drop no diss bout me, nigga drop yo mask
Nigga pussy as a bitch, I catch that boy and do his ass
SRT on baby Glock I bet this bitch go super fast
Smokin 8, 35, B-I-B-B-Y, Jake Jhit had died, Mitch too, fuck they side
You ain't get no get back, swang this way, nigga try it
Fuck Y&R Dank, Neitri dead, tell them slide
I just paid for me another nigga, the second time
Kill them dead, I want them shots off in his head, go knock him down
You know Dot the Murdaman, put murder bags around town
You′ll never get my respect, nigga shot yo mama, boy you a clown
Oh let's talk about back in the G, yo ass got walked down
We know the truth, yo ass a bitch, that's why 50k had got from ′round
If I had that cash back then, 50k was gon′ take you down
Think them niggas 'round yo friend? Money gon′ turn they mind around
I had caught you comin' home one day but you made it in that house
That two door challenger, me and bro outside at yo house, camping out
Matter fact talk ′bout them apartments
Bitch you know what I'm talkin′ 'bout
You was lucky then, me, Boogieman, and So put chop in mouth
Nigga think he gon' turn up then watch me turn him down
Jdot gettin′ rich as fuck, they tryna knock me down
Bitch we put shit up when we pull up you hear that sound
I don′t get enough, I told bro let's go back ′round
Niggas gon' be scared, don′t let me sign, yall ass dead
Hate you niggas, I get rich, put a mil on yo whole hood head
Fuck everybody, boy I want the whole hood dead
2 rings just for the hats I bought but not the ones I did
Nigga got me fucked up, Jake Jhit, he fucked up
Foolio and Jarvo twins how y'all ass get touched up
Fuck it I might go for sum, tell yo mama I wanna fuck
Sike let me take that back, you know that bitch ugly as fuck
Ray popped a fake perc and clocked out, his time up
Rod K got did the worst, that backdoor was a slime huh
Yo homie killed Dirk, won′t diss Dirk, but you ain't slide for em
First six block nigga I caught, gave em 'bout nine of em
Thought you was gon run, caught you just in time huh
Treat an opp like IG, and then we slide up
A war outside, put on some shoes and put them slides up
When we drill it′s guaranteed a nigga die, duh
Ridin′ 'round with my twin, we outside, that′s my five blood
Keep that shit a hunnind nigga, like you just got 5 dubs
Choppy straighten him a nigga, like he was a lineup
Know its never safe for niggas, can't get you, we hit yo cuz
Teki get rolled up, I smoke him so much
If you got a hat nigga, put yo pole up
Doorman shouted nigga make a store run
You know I got my 40, on John Ima blow sum
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers, Mykhailo Metreveli, Matvey Grishichev Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
