5657 Lyrics

You would think he had a cold and where we left his ass, Coughing

Think he lost somewhere on Holt and found that boy up in the COffin

And if I say it, then I mean it, won't believe it unless I see it

And this bitch I'm fuckin' now, know she got a blue check

And this bitch I'm fuckin' now, you know her ass very fat

And she from the lower end so she rep the project

And she come from over here, so she get her best hit

If they born in July, then they get her best sex

And I beat the pussy good, she say I'm better than I act

Once upon a time, see I dated Mia Pisces

Put my thumb in her booty and she told me that she like it

Every time we sexin', see I smack her on the ass

And she like fuckin' me with the Glock up in my hand

I'm from Shaq Block and we don't get no fuckin' pass

Them niggas ain't us, boy, them niggas just mad

You see Tay-Tay off patron and that nigga nothin' nice

You got Roland in the cut and he like blowin' pipes

Uh-huh, he low for hit him in his shit

Uh-huh, he runnin', he ain't got no blitz

Ayy, we got drums on the six

Ayy, don't you fuckin' play, your mama have a missing kid

Okay, blowin' so much pipe, it's arthritis in my hand

You approach me like a goofy, you get popped like rubber bands

Put that boy up in that hearse, they carry him just like a purse

We put killers on our shirt and we put shooters in the dirt

Catch me up on 56 or catch me up on 57

See that boy was talkin' shit, we hit his ass with 211

I ain't gotta do the talkin', boy, my shooters gettin' sparkin

You would think he had a cold, the way we left his ass COUGHING

Huh

Don't you do that

Move it