50 on it ft. MIA Beaz Lyrics

5 on it

Ooh, sav killed itt

Roger that, 10-4, I got the Draco on me

And I got 50 shots so ain't no faking no bleed

Niggas talk crazy till they end up on a white tee

Niggas all talk, straps out , now it's hide n seek

808's jumping so we got matching blues

Nigga wanna play 2k, shit we can run twos

Do you want me or my mans, bitch pick and choose

I'm a wizard on the court, balling like I'm Kuz

You wanna fist fight, or shoot, I got the tools

I got Minnie you got Mickey, so where the muskatool

How much you want, I got pape, nigga we finna fool

Would've shot his ass back then, but they dont allow guns in schools

Yo mans got shot, you just found out, go check the news

Happy birthday, Merry Christmas , go cut you some cake

Bitch, I'm sitting in a ford , might be a escape

State Farm official, nigga my new name's Jake

Drake got a new car, it might be a Wraith

Fucking on a foreign bitch, I ask, can I stay

April fools, I don't give a fuck if it's May

Go out to eat, what I order, bitch I want a steak

If my brother fall down, I'ma stand by him

Bitch, I'm balling in the court, I'm thinking Andrew Bynum

I'm Batman, but I'm talking about the Arkham Asylum

Nigga think he a creator, just like that nigga Tyler

Nigga, I'm in your hood, you know we got them set shots

Nigga was itching, I was like, damn he got that chicken pox

My niggas posted by the pond, but they ain't doing rocks

I need tissue to wipe my ass, I ain't using scotts

You want some P's or some lean, bitch I got the pop

You want ARs and some Glocks, bitch I know the drop

I know niggas with some guns, but they ain't never shot

If you in Detroit, the lil red sign don't mean stop

Fuck 5, I got 50 on you

I call em' big Gucci Sosa , won't hesitate to put that semi on you

Fuck it, Have my nigga walk you down, hit the dagger, then shimmy on you

Going crazy with the heat, that means Jimmy on you

You got mud on your hands, see who really knows you

Whole time think they slick, but they really owe you

Steady acting like a fan, then I'm a little bro you

Or make his ass fade away, I'm about to Kobe fro you

This thick bitch gonna eat me all day

Want some drink, I got the plug, can't be less than an 8

How you gonna make it out the jungle, you less than an ape

Don't never play around with pape, that's a deadly mistake

You like the hood Chris Kyle, but got deadlier aim

When I'm sippin' on green like I'm hanging with Bane

I'm a real hellraiser, I hang with them chains

I treat the mic just like a forge, I'm making a name