5 ‘N The Mornin’ $uicideboy$
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[Intro]
You did good, $lick
It's a SMASH!
Pla-pla-pla-players never die
[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-
[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
I got five bullets left in my nine
Grey matted Glock, lookin' to fuck up someone's spine
Mane, I do this all the time
Yeah, I might be Cherry, but my haters all pie
See the reaper smilin' when you look me in my eye (In my eye)
Ridin' down Marconi, got my Tony on me
My whip look like heavy cream, inside pepperoni
Fleetwood day dreamin', but I'll never let ‘em step up on me
Shout-out all my Florida and my Texas homies (My Texas homies)
Got my gut sticking out, I'm from fat city
Everytime I hit the block, them cops is actin' piggy
Blanco never left the 7th Ward, from LA to New York
Yeah, you know I settle scores
I try to keep y'all up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the Escalade, ridin' down esplanade
Wock up in my lemonade, now them demons in my head to get some shade
Pull the tool out then look at the mess I made
I can't fix shit but my desire to get high
All my homies that done died, they all watch me from the sky
Life can be fucked up, but I'm glad to be here
Lookin’ for the love, but instead I see fear
Shawty saw my dick, like when headlights meet deer
I told her, "Turn around," then I pulled her rear near
I told her, "Listen up, like you got like three ears
You my whole world, I can't even see spheres"
You did good, $lick
It's a SMASH!
Pla-pla-pla-players never die
[Chorus: Lil Keke]
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-
[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
I got five bullets left in my nine
Grey matted Glock, lookin' to fuck up someone's spine
Mane, I do this all the time
Yeah, I might be Cherry, but my haters all pie
See the reaper smilin' when you look me in my eye (In my eye)
Ridin' down Marconi, got my Tony on me
My whip look like heavy cream, inside pepperoni
Fleetwood day dreamin', but I'll never let ‘em step up on me
Shout-out all my Florida and my Texas homies (My Texas homies)
Got my gut sticking out, I'm from fat city
Everytime I hit the block, them cops is actin' piggy
Blanco never left the 7th Ward, from LA to New York
Yeah, you know I settle scores
I try to keep y'all up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the Escalade, ridin' down esplanade
Wock up in my lemonade, now them demons in my head to get some shade
Pull the tool out then look at the mess I made
I can't fix shit but my desire to get high
All my homies that done died, they all watch me from the sky
Life can be fucked up, but I'm glad to be here
Lookin’ for the love, but instead I see fear
Shawty saw my dick, like when headlights meet deer
I told her, "Turn around," then I pulled her rear near
I told her, "Listen up, like you got like three ears
You my whole world, I can't even see spheres"
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