#Big 5 I V E T E N! (Bonus) Lyrics

Rrahh-rrahh (OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)

On bro', I did! (Slimee-Slimee)

(Bow-Bow, Bltt)

(I feel like niggas not comin' like me with this music shit, you heard?)

Finatic (Bow-Bow)

Gang (Im So Slimee)

Gang-Gang-Gang (Gang)

On bro', i'm about to start tweakin'

Better pipe down, 'fore ya shit start leakin'

Pop out the cut, fuck all of that peekin'

I'll stretch me a nigga, for doin' that reachin'

I'll shake his ass down, seasonin'

My Young boy tryna shoot for no reason

Come thru my block, probably split him in regions

The Nine hit his face, leave his shit uneven

Tryna come thru here (hair), i'm departin' ya scalp

Weird ass boy, keep runnin' his mouth

Big 5iveten, boy, you know that's the Route

I'ma up with the blick, let it bust like a pouch

Niggas be dissin' on me for the clout

And, bitch, i'm a Champ, you know what i'm Bout

Bang at ya dome, boy, you better crouch

Put him in the air, now, he over the clouds

I'm awesome, when I let it spray

Let shit loose, probably give him a stray

Ya bitch on her knees, she ready to pray for the dick

Put him in a box, now, he checked like WIC

I had the vision, that I made him split

Red dot on his face, now, i'm poppin' his zit

Said he gon' do what? That shit a myth

Bitch, you ain't about it, you not doin' shit

Can't pull my cards, cuz' i'm too valid

I ain't competin', if you ain't a challenge

Yall love the media, niggas be childish

Sayin' my name, yall niggas be wildin'

Bro' in the field, he ain't playin' for Dallas

Hop out, bullets gettin' tossed like salad

He try to run, have him losin' his balance

I got him dressed up, call me " a stylist"

Edward Scissorhands, i'ma cut the bullshit

Metal on his nose, let it Ring, that's some Bull shit

Niggas really bitches, always beefin' over lil shit

Bullets probably wipe his ass, if he talkin' pure shit

Put his body in the air, flip him like gymnastics

Have him doin' backflips, leave his whole back split

Pull up with a Four-four and my aim Fantastic

I'ma take his flick, sendin' bullets like attachments

On bro', i'm about to start tweakin'

Better pipe down, 'fore ya shit start leakin'

Pop out the cut, fuck all of that peekin'

I'll stretch me a nigga, for doin' that reachin'

I'll shake his ass down, seasonin'

My Young boy tryna shoot for no reason

Come thru my block, probably split him in regions

The Nine hit his face, leave his shit uneven

Tryna come thru here (hair), i'm departin' ya scalp

Weird ass boy, keep runnin' his mouth

Big 5iveten, boy, you know that's the Route

I'ma up with the blick, let it bust like a pouch

Niggas be dissin' on me for the clout

And, bitch, i'm a Champ, you know what i'm Bout

Bang at ya dome, boy, you better crouch

Put him in the air, now, he over the clouds

Yea, she love me, i'm too goated

She on her knees, she ready to throat it

Big dick in her mouth, she chokin'

Just like a ball, girl, you better throw it

Fill him with bullets, i'm leavin' him bloated

Shits like missles, i'm tryna explode him

Insert the clip, on bro', i'ma load it

He tryna beef, so, i'm leavin' him roasted

Put him in the air, i'ma leave him floatin' (OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)

Gang, Bitch (Mm-mmm)

(Mm-mmm)