YSN TM - Fuck A 5 (feat. Slim3yguy & MJ Stacks) Lyrics

I swear I hate niggas, like how the f*ck you snitch, then get out, go check the date, nigga
I ain't selling this hit, I'm deep, real straight to the face, nigga
I hate opps, I gave them 30 shots, we switchin' states, nigga
Alright, but let's get back to the opps, like how the f*ck y'all tellin
I thought niggas was really in the streets, but niggas turned to Ellen
With the tap of that taco tapper, why the f*ck you tellin
I'm yellin, I f*ck a five, I hate opps, they make me tell it
Young mans die for a band, like how the f*ck you feelin
This ARP came with bald heads, you think I came with grillin
F*ck with me, bitch, I can slime me out, I'm the realest
Feelin' I love the top of the Lennon does, or I'ma kill you, niggas
Claimin' hacks, young mans dead, I don't feel you, niggas
I seen reds, ass at my market, I should've killed you, niggas
Yeah, I'm yellin, I don't love the strike, you should've drew these niggas
And jammin' back with the sticks, you tryna peel a nigga
Hold on, pass me that Paul, I'm tryna kill a nigga
Boy, you gon' die, dick suckin, bein' in real with niggas
And when his ass get fat, I bet he don't survive
Heard he got caught and started snitchin, man, I'm not surprised
I got the L-O-C, let's go, man, it's time to ride
Boy, some great whites in this water, man, I'll take a dive
I bet I seen an OPP, cause his ass gon' fly
Ain't finna do a lot of dissin, but his ass gon' die
I'm off the hip, straight bussin, man, I'm screamin' bye
Man, how you snitchin, but you gangsta, you be tellin' lies
Straight cap, you ain't livin' shit that you speak
If you be cappin' in your raps, I ain't on your beat
But we pop off for fun, you don't wanna beef
Ain't no nigga play with gang, but I need 20 eats
Get down on him, I'm walkin' up, man, just watch me creep
Man, I don't go to hotels, ain't shit buy me sweets
Man, watch me tap that boy Badula, knock him off his feet
I bet I see, are he gon' D.I.E
I'm finna send an offer, bullets like that Randall Cobb
I'm finna sweep early like a main at a random job
He a so-called demon, but you think the man would cop
Don't let that little bitch nigga fool you, he a fan of the mob
Don't know that y'all a nigga's trip, but I'll see you one day
In the back a slimy whip with two clips, finna be a fun day
Talkin' shit, I'll do two pussy lips, better go to church on Sunday
Shit, we took his other half, so we call him a 500, not 1K
All that dissin, that's the reason that you died
All you niggas dick-suckin' cause y'all thinkin' he the guy
If I'm comin' on the Mitch, it ain't no leavin' till he die
That nigga said he ain't snitchin, y'all believed him, man, y'all fried
Okay, we gon' play f*ckin' stupid
I can sense a nigga lackin' with his bitch like I'm Cupid
That nigga better use his mind before he lose it
Bitch, it's Rookie MK, you know the line, let's do it
Postin' all this shit on the gram, what you tryna say
He wanna play these games on the net, what shit I'm tryna play
He tryna tell on himself, I guess that's the nigga way
Nigga was gon' expose y'all pops, but he smoked him cause that nigga gay
Damn, what you think that you a thug, nigga
You weren't with your homie when he died, that ain't no love, nigga
Now his ass flyin' high like a dove, nigga
Now it ain't shit you an L.D. can tell me, so give it up, nigga
..talkin' about jumpin' off the porch
Nigga, you're still on the porch, go to the gym, nigga