5 Flow Jay5 (Ft. YSN Flow)

[Intro]
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Run that shit up, Jay)

[Verse 1: YSN Flow]
Drop the top, with that Maserati, can't drive, just gon' drop asses in it
A lotta niggas been hatin' on me, can't stress, that shit, gon' pass them niggas
Big Glock on my backpack, three-two-one, we gon' blast them niggas
Mob ties, on my gang shit, if I can't get 'em, my guys gon' get 'em
Torch on me, gon' flame them niggas
Six-two, my dangerous niggas
Big chain and it's bangin', nigga
High, I'll never been chainless, nigga
Bust his brain, he tried to snatch my shit
Hundred drumbin', I'll pack that bitch
Get a pack and I'll smack that bitch
Smack that pack then I wrap that shit
Send it off to Mexico, see, I just want my decimals
Fuck niggas can't mess with those
Tryna find me, got my tentacle
Not tryna be technical, but I feel like an animal
'Cause monkey nuts on the MAC-11, they ain't talkin' Danimals

[Verse 2: Jay5]
Got some young apes on that bullshit, they gon' shoot on sight
Cartier, left wrist thirty racks, my shit so bright
I came up a high hit, but look at me now, my wrist on ice
[?] young nigga shit, I don't fuck wit' you guys
Thirty racks, left wrist Cartier, and I ain't even turned thirty yet
In a drop top, Maserati coupe, in the glove where the .30 at
Ain't talkin' falcons, where the birdies at?
Got a whole hundred on me right now like the field do
Cut my hands off dealin' with these racks, I can't feel those