"5 Deep" lyrics
(I got exotic pack)
Goddamn, nigga, pass me my fuckin' 'Wood, damn
Matter fact—
We was just ridin' in that Jeep, five deep
Out here down to catch a pussy nigga, put him five deep
We was lookin' for these lyin'-ass niggas with hyenas
We just poured a whole eight, nigga, of that Juanita
Yeah, my bitch a dime piece, opps cannot find me
Whippin' Porter on the east, serve it to your auntie
Put the pistol to your brain, leave your shit like ground beef
Put this rental in your name, I'ma need about a week
If I play this shit like Chris, then you get double-crossed
My dog said pass him the rock and he gon' dunk the ball
Shake the bag in one hour, boy, you take too long
I can't believe my fiend shot it in his underarm
Mix the fetty with that chemo, serve a dirty dog
This lil' bitch nasty, I ain't showered, she suck dirty balls
Wock', red, and Tuss in my catalog
OG Bobby Johnson son, we play honky ball
Oh, you need some P? Get that shit from Log
Man, you don't know shit, you don't know how to move
I'm rich, man, I work up in the afternoon
She sick, man, she really popped a half a moon
Don't give a fuck about you, bitch, you think I do
Her daddy mad I got the bag, they havin' family feuds
I'ma pop back out in the early June
I'ma pour up by myself, dog, this just a deuce
Yeah, you know I had them hitters tryna call a truce
I'm tryna knock this nigga off, this nigga blew a few
Man, this shit been goin' good, I ain't talkin' Cuba
I'ma pay you just to drive, you somethin' like an Uber
This lil' nigga like my son, he somethin' like my student
This bitch hold seventeen shots, I'm toting Dennis Schröder
I'ma get your shit dropped off if you come down to it
Goddamn, nigga, pass me my fuckin' 'Wood, damn
Matter fact—
We was just ridin' in that Jeep, five deep
Out here down to catch a pussy nigga, put him five deep
We was lookin' for these lyin'-ass niggas with hyenas
We just poured a whole eight, nigga, of that Juanita
Yeah, my bitch a dime piece, opps cannot find me
Whippin' Porter on the east, serve it to your auntie
Put the pistol to your brain, leave your shit like ground beef
Put this rental in your name, I'ma need about a week
If I play this shit like Chris, then you get double-crossed
My dog said pass him the rock and he gon' dunk the ball
Shake the bag in one hour, boy, you take too long
I can't believe my fiend shot it in his underarm
Mix the fetty with that chemo, serve a dirty dog
This lil' bitch nasty, I ain't showered, she suck dirty balls
Wock', red, and Tuss in my catalog
OG Bobby Johnson son, we play honky ball
Oh, you need some P? Get that shit from Log
Man, you don't know shit, you don't know how to move
I'm rich, man, I work up in the afternoon
She sick, man, she really popped a half a moon
Don't give a fuck about you, bitch, you think I do
Her daddy mad I got the bag, they havin' family feuds
I'ma pop back out in the early June
I'ma pour up by myself, dog, this just a deuce
Yeah, you know I had them hitters tryna call a truce
I'm tryna knock this nigga off, this nigga blew a few
Man, this shit been goin' good, I ain't talkin' Cuba
I'ma pay you just to drive, you somethin' like an Uber
This lil' nigga like my son, he somethin' like my student
This bitch hold seventeen shots, I'm toting Dennis Schröder
I'ma get your shit dropped off if you come down to it
