Yung Gianni - Hi-5 Lyrics

Got them dollar coins, shiny gold, I keep them by my side
Bitches ain't no shit, they just wanna ride my bike
Speedin' through yo' hood, f*ck the law, I don't abide
Sakee comin' late party dead 'till I arrive
F*ck what you think, tell the truth and never lie
Sakee is a bitch, nigga might just make you cry
Bitch if you snitch, switchblade take yo' f*ckin' life
Drip from the hip, got my chain right by my side

I don't give a f*ck, 'bout no talk and no twitter fools
Niggas smokin' rocks, while my blunts be filled wit fruity loops
Please don't call the cops, might resort to sending out my troops
Don't you run the block? Not no more 'cause we here to shoot

Sharp knife
Right side
Bright shine
Fake crime
Sittin' on my bed sippin' juice and watchin hentai
Loud tone
Fly zone
Trichomes
Blunt smoke
Silver wrist and neck, I be icy call me Frozone