5ive ft. GMF Dave Lyrics

This bitch said Dirtbike vibe 2 exclusive

Slide to the party and I'm zooted and booted

On point like a beam cause the team don't be losin

Dumbass got caught cause his ass said he snoozin

I just bagged this Afghan bitch, I think she the bomb

Like a terrorist with a clear dress, I can see the bomb

Bitch keep ' me her dad, I need to meet her mom

Deep in a all black ford, while we rocking Tom

Disrespect the team, you get shot in your colon

Dirtbike too official, man, this shit not stolen

Gon' hear the R.T. roll just like you bowlin

Tryna be with some white bitches while we out Poland

Your man got caught because he robbed, nigga, that's a shame

High up on the chart, a machine like a fuckin' crane

Dog got hit, should've chilled, get off, come on, ah

Dog got hit, should've chilled, he got off the chain

This bitch got a toxic trait I'm the perfect vibe

She want a nigga thurl and funny, I'm the perfect guy

MJ surrounded by the 4, I'm that number 5

Face shots through a drive-thru, he got hit, ah

Face shots through a drive-thru, he got a number 5

15-piece dark meat with a extra thigh

New cancer pac in my lungs, now I'm extra high

Popeye's hopped off the Greese , he need a extra eye

Charger got more horses than a stable like Ralph Laur

Me and Joe downtown fishing money on the lure

Almost crashed the bike, goddamn, think it got a bore

Wheelie all day, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah

Wheelieing all day, goddamn, I'm fuckin' sore

Ah, shit, I think I broke my toe

We kickstartin' bikes, me, dirtbike , and Joe

Better hit me for a feature while the price is still low

I was hittin' her, her, and I bet they both know

Come upstairs in the kitchen, niggas makin' a smoothie

Take a peek out front, niggas pulled up in Subie

Move my chain out the way, nigga, this shirt is Gucci

You can think this a game, I ain't YFN Lucci

Glock took him to McDonald's, got hit with the two-piece

Always gettin' blown while you always in blue seat

Come on, little bitch, I want you, ah

Come on, little bitch, goddamn, let me see the Coochie

Thick white bitch, goddamn, tryna induce me

Blood on his white tee, call him Pennywise

Creep up with no ID, mask in disguise

Leave you boxed in like the gang work for Amazon

Lil' bitch shipped across the state like it's Amazon

GMF got a MC, I guess it's hammer time

Checkbook, ah, fuck, ah

Checkbook just came in, I guess it's scammer time

Bitch said, can I take her to Saks Fifth

Pulled up on her boyfriend, give em five like the Jacksons

Two twin Glocks and they sing like the Braxtons

This shit not the bid, I'm not Michael Blackston

GMF feet up in the booth, man, I'm just relaxin

You could get knocked the fuck out like you Ben Askren

GMF from Baltimore, man, I feel like Jackson