5 Min Freestyle Lyrics

Damn, Donny made this?

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah, said we swerving out in foreigns

We doing crazy shit this lifestyle far from boring

Finna fuck shit up finna go chase bags right off of touring

Finna go fucking up I'm feeling Kobe, everyday I'm scoring

Look at bro cup it's mud he pouring

Ran up my money, got it right by myself you can't get a portion

Hold on switch my whip

This one got more horses

You just act like a lil' bitch

Honestly some they can force it

Run up my money, I add it up

Bad ass bitch told her back it up

In a SRT you ain't fast as us

Said he left on me now he passed, in the dust

I'ma score every play especially the clutch

People they switching they acting like bitches

They switch on they day one brothers for what

Probably just for some lil' buzz

One thing you should know 'bout me

Is I won't quit

How you switch up on yo brothers on some hoe shit

How the fuck you dropping bands

But you ain't got none growing

Why the fuck I act so confident

Cause bitch I know I'm gon' win

Switch up on me why you did that

Run up on me can't get yo shit back, yeah

Run up on me get yo shit whacked, yeah

I can't listen to yo songs 'cause all that shit wack, yeah, uh

Run up on me get yo wig snatched, yeah

If we take some shit can't get yo shit back

I make money it's way too damn easy I just sit back, uh

Breaking these lames off no fucking Kit-Kat

This ain't no big Scat

This a Trackhawk Jeep

Flexing on you, can't flex on me

Do what I do and I be who I be

I drip my bitch out in that double C

All this damn drip on it look like a sea

Heard you climbing up, bitch what you mean

You don't do shit for me bitch leave

Ain't no tricks up my sleeve I'ma keep it a thousand I put that on me

Yeah, on my soul

I just be chilling with the team, with my bros

Run up this glock got a beam

So please don't pose

Bitch I'm just living the dream

Like I'm supposed

Yeah, getting my money I run up my bag it's too easy it's simple

Run up on me got a glocky

Easy solution, you might popped like a pimple

We gon' put holes in his face

Bitch I ain't talking no dimple

But now lil' bitch we out let's bounce

Ain't talking no dribble

Honestly I'm balling on 'em

I feel like LeBron when he won the chip

I'ma just get my bag then I'ma dip

I spent a rack on that lil' fashion shit

I did the dash in the damn fastest whip

I did the dash by my side had the baddest bitch

Lifestyle crazy not average

Why you acting crazy what you had to diss

Why you switch up why you acting different I don't get it, yeah

I said fuck it bring the chops out I ain't fucking with it

When's the last time that I snapped like this it's been a fucking minute

Beat this shit out, when I'm in this shit I don't fucking quit it

In to win it

Be specific

If you dissing

Got repetition

He come up missing, too efficient

I'm cooking up ain't talking in the kitchen doing dishes

These people they just bitching I don't get it

But my diamonds glisten

On my chain whenever I walk out

They all wanted to talk when I was down bad they don't wanna talk now

I don't wanna hear shit about me

Lil' bro bring the chalk out

In this damn SRT pushing 120

Bitch, no I can't stop now

We on your ass like everyday

Trust me bitch I'm getting paid

Trust me bitch get it every way

You a lil' boy I'm a heavyweight

I'ma kill this shit 'till the levee break

He was talking shit I can tell he fake

I get a big ass bag don't even celebrate

Uh, 'cause I'm just worried 'bout the next, gotta stay focused

Talk shit he gone, lil' hocus pocus

He talking shit, he on some hoe shit

Kill every song, ain't even wrote shit

Fucking the game up ain't using no Trojans

Said fuck you little bitch, fuck yo emotions

Fuck all that shit, fuck the shit you posting

I'ma go right to the top then I'ma stay there like

Like Izzy

Said he gon' run up, is he

Bro spin blocks 'till he get dizzy

You get put on a shirt if you decide to diss me

Walk out in a fit I'm feeling too crispy

Why is you talking you move how a bitch be

No one can fuck with me, no one can bitch me

Run it up, get the bag

Look it's right in front of ya

We done ran it up

You making less we making fun of ya

Bitch you just a lame boy

Get yo money up

I be getting to it serious about my money ain't no funny stuff

No you ain't my twin, ain't my mans

Took me a lil' minute fucking up these bands

Bitch I just been getting to it, uh

I don't got no other plans

I'm trying to touch a lil' milli

I ain't worried 'bout no lil' hundred bands

Put his lil' ass to sleep, give his ass a nap

Heard you talking shit 'bout me

Said lil' bitch relax

I was outside dropping bands up in Saks Fifth

No you really ain't my mans you just capping

No you really fucking can't ever stop shit

They just talking, it's obnoxious

I can't rock with no stock shit

Don't talk shit just wanna box bitch

Got a weak fit on that is not drip

Yeah, but fuck it

My gang know I'm going up

I got the shot

Any opportunity lil' bitch I'm showing up

Yeah, we be out the way, but who is hoeing us

And tell me who really winning 'cause bitch I know it's us

I'm in disgust by this fake shit

Going up to the top but I'm not anxious

Like I said on that one Donny beat

Bitch I'm patient

He wanna keep talking that lil' shit

His block we paint it