"500" lyrics
(Hitman Beatz)
I was 'bout to hit a ho I used to hump on, no cap
'Til I seen her on the 'Gram kissin' on her man
I can't fuck with her because I heard he was a fag
You can't fuck with me 'cause you don't never get no bands, now listen
No funny shit, huh
I'd pull up on they block with a hundred clips, huh
Prayin' to my guy, I'm in love with living
I say peace to the guys 'til I'm done and finished, huh, now listen
A, B, C, D, E, F, I'm a G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, move the P's
Q, R, S, T, bright lights, no UB
Winnin' on my exes, that's why I need Z's (Listen)
One, two, three, four, big 5
Seven, eight, nine, ten, I'd never switch sides
Uh, you don't get no money, huh, I got the big kind
Huh, yeah, racks on racks, I'm a rich guy
Huh, bullets in the Trackhawk, same size as a Faygo
Drop an opp, soon as him get high, he a potato
In the kitchen whippin' over the stove, apron and ladle
Catch a nigga fresh as hell, I get blood on his labels, now listen
Have my— big Blood at my label
Huh, Sada know a nigga keep on wildin' with that paper
While I'm stylin', I just might up me a rifle on a hater
I can't lie, I got the rights to fuck a bad bitch on the table
I can't lie, I got the ice to make a bad bitch wanna date me
I can't lie, I got the lights to make a bad bitch relocate
I can't lie, I'm the type to make a bad bitch go brazy, now listen
I'm the GOAT, she gon' give me all her throat
Pull up in foreigns that I bought off dope, make her drive the boat
Cuz trippin' with the extra chicken, he gon' send a loc'
Blood trippin' with the extra women, pimpin' on the road, listen
Westly Snipes, got a blade for a bitch
Huh, play it how you want to, I got game for a bitch
Send her home, I'd game for a bitch
Get to actin' like you goofy, I make gang throw a fit
Tell them niggas set up shop and bust the bricks open
Huh, I ain't fuckin' with your plug, I hit a lick on it
Huh, tell his ass to watch his temper, I got stick on me
Quan Johnson came with freaky man, he ain't Rich Homie, listen
Like I said, I'm some motherfuckin' rich guy, huh
Gave the glizzy Red Bull and made the blick fly, shit
Huh, get him deep fried
Huh, put some grease on his head by the street sign
Where your people at?
Huh, got the word for they heads, I be preachin' that
Put a bird on they ass, make the wings detach
Hit the birds on they ass like where you sleepin' at, huh
Then swerve
OG tall as hell like we sittin' on tinker
In the field kickin' shit like soccer with no shin guard
Whole zip, huh, ready for sale, it's been hard
Huh, top side, serve a split lopside
Trap trappin' outside, put his big homie on the pound sign
Order up, another fifty 'bows on my downtime
Beggin'-ass hoes in the club the only downside, huh
To this turnt shit, watch who you work with
These niggas be workin', huh, I'm for certain he snitchin'
These bitches worthless, I be hurtin' they feelings
That young nigga from that way way who earned him some millions, huh, dooh
I was 'bout to hit a ho I used to hump on, no cap
'Til I seen her on the 'Gram kissin' on her man
I can't fuck with her because I heard he was a fag
You can't fuck with me 'cause you don't never get no bands, now listen
No funny shit, huh
I'd pull up on they block with a hundred clips, huh
Prayin' to my guy, I'm in love with living
I say peace to the guys 'til I'm done and finished, huh, now listen
A, B, C, D, E, F, I'm a G
H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, move the P's
Q, R, S, T, bright lights, no UB
Winnin' on my exes, that's why I need Z's (Listen)
One, two, three, four, big 5
Seven, eight, nine, ten, I'd never switch sides
Uh, you don't get no money, huh, I got the big kind
Huh, yeah, racks on racks, I'm a rich guy
Huh, bullets in the Trackhawk, same size as a Faygo
Drop an opp, soon as him get high, he a potato
In the kitchen whippin' over the stove, apron and ladle
Catch a nigga fresh as hell, I get blood on his labels, now listen
Have my— big Blood at my label
Huh, Sada know a nigga keep on wildin' with that paper
While I'm stylin', I just might up me a rifle on a hater
I can't lie, I got the rights to fuck a bad bitch on the table
I can't lie, I got the ice to make a bad bitch wanna date me
I can't lie, I got the lights to make a bad bitch relocate
I can't lie, I'm the type to make a bad bitch go brazy, now listen
I'm the GOAT, she gon' give me all her throat
Pull up in foreigns that I bought off dope, make her drive the boat
Cuz trippin' with the extra chicken, he gon' send a loc'
Blood trippin' with the extra women, pimpin' on the road, listen
Westly Snipes, got a blade for a bitch
Huh, play it how you want to, I got game for a bitch
Send her home, I'd game for a bitch
Get to actin' like you goofy, I make gang throw a fit
Tell them niggas set up shop and bust the bricks open
Huh, I ain't fuckin' with your plug, I hit a lick on it
Huh, tell his ass to watch his temper, I got stick on me
Quan Johnson came with freaky man, he ain't Rich Homie, listen
Like I said, I'm some motherfuckin' rich guy, huh
Gave the glizzy Red Bull and made the blick fly, shit
Huh, get him deep fried
Huh, put some grease on his head by the street sign
Where your people at?
Huh, got the word for they heads, I be preachin' that
Put a bird on they ass, make the wings detach
Hit the birds on they ass like where you sleepin' at, huh
Then swerve
OG tall as hell like we sittin' on tinker
In the field kickin' shit like soccer with no shin guard
Whole zip, huh, ready for sale, it's been hard
Huh, top side, serve a split lopside
Trap trappin' outside, put his big homie on the pound sign
Order up, another fifty 'bows on my downtime
Beggin'-ass hoes in the club the only downside, huh
To this turnt shit, watch who you work with
These niggas be workin', huh, I'm for certain he snitchin'
These bitches worthless, I be hurtin' they feelings
That young nigga from that way way who earned him some millions, huh, dooh
