5 AM In Hollywood STRAPPED! (Ft. Warhol.SS)

[Intro]
Yeah
Brent Rambo
Yeah, yeah
Aye, aye

[Chorus]
We turning shit into a feast like catering
Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man
Give him a taste of this shit like a better man
I got a cannon on me like Mega Man
I got a demon with me like an anime
Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate
I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper
Ordered some hot wings
Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string
I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things
556 what the fuck is you boxing
This bitch got contacts like Hopsin
She catching contact when she hop in this car
My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar
I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par
I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar

[Verse]
I'm in Fendi and Prada and probably McQueen
Or that Ricky and Marni when I'm on the scene
I can't fuck with no bitches who stuck on the scene
My life is a movie can't be in a scene
You got to go head and schedule
Bought some tracer bullets this is new ammunition
Smoke all the top shelf serve all the midget
I ain't got nothing to eat but it's pounds in this kitchen
Remember the younger me ran on the red line
Hit the A, I was jumping on
I'm making paper in the City of Angels
Run that shit up like I play for the Chargers
Got to get to it I'm just like my father
When I get high I be flying with saucers
Brodie he back on his shit with them boxes
10 different cards I say just charge them
If you rat and we around we keeping it solid
You gonna run out of time
And it's Jean Paul Gaultier chains on my collar
If I take another Perc 10 I'm a be nauseous