5am ft. Ayyo Blacc & Timmy P Lyrics

Gotta, gotta, gotta

Woo, woo, woo

Gotta, gotta

Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose

Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose

Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise

Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood

Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose

Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose

Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise

Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood

I just pull up with that sack, yeah, yeah, yeah

Make em show that stash, yeah, yeah, yeah

Re-up on my fashion, yeah, yeah, yeah

Serve em like Door Dash, yeah, yeah, yeah

Push me my nigga, I start, go, yeah, we set on your mark

Stomping on his head like a march, then slurp up his bitch, cause I'm parched

I just hit it from the back and she arched, that bitch chewing on limbs like a shark

I was in the trap like a Saw game, kicking down your door with these Balmains

Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose

Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose

Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise

Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood

Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose

Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose

Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise

Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood

I got my hoes on these drugs, tapping her nose with these bumps

I pull a whole zip out, with my dick out, tell her blow all she want

And I'm on the road in a hot car, that shit been stolen for months

Tell that bitch, you can hop in the back, cause I keep that pole in the front

I still got that heat on the seat, filling a freak with the meat

She sniffing the G on the creep, ho give me the rest back, you tweaking

I got these bitches set up for the weekend, back after back, I'm a hit em in sequence

They hop on the d like I used to hop fences, pussy be deep like I was in them trenches

I know these hoes on the molly, I know my bro got a body

You faking, posing like Gotti, your paper fold, origami

Still playing them games like Atari, fuck your television just watch me

I wasn't trained on the potty, I keep shitting on niggas, I'm sorry

Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose

Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose

Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise

Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood

Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose

Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose

Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise

Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood

I got money on my mind, too many hoes on my line

I tell them all I don't own a watch, cause ho I ain't got the time

And niggas be faker than fake, and still come and smile in your face

I keep that heater with me, it keep a nigga in place

All these hoes fucking with me, nigga that's why you hating

All this paper out here, dawg, that you ain't been chasing

All these chances in the world, dawg, you ain't been taking

I got the juice, blow me like soup

If I call the troops, they all gone shoot

Don't put up your dukes, better hop in your coupe

I got the sauce, I'll knock you off

I'm from the lost, I'm my own boss