5YRS Lyrics

I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind

Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind

They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype

Some shit that I could never do, I do that shit for mine

They gon' ask who we are, five years later and they know we on top

Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah

Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top

Disstressed on my fashion, got them bitches beggin

Not stressed at all, I know my life gon' be amazing

How you step out with no flair, man, that shit really crazy

Get yourself some swag up, don't step too close ima spray it

Don't step too close, I'ma spray it, 20 for 20, slaying

If the beat is trash, I'll make it by myself, no need for paying

I don't care about no sayings, all I want is payments

I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' fragrance

I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' fragrance

I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' fragrance

You don't wanna mess with me, I'll put you on a Painting

You don't wanna mess with me, I'll put you on a Painting

I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind

Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind

They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype

Some shit that I can never do, I do that shit for mine

They gon' ask who we are, five years later and they know we on top

Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah

Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top

Too much flex like I'm in the gym, you ain't nothin' but a bitch

You ain't got no movement, I move like I'm Usain

Celine, Dior, Chanel, I put it in everything

That's my lil' mama, I swear, that's my lil' thang

Maybach cream seats, you ain't up to this

Forgiato on the wheels, I don't sip no tris

Lame-ass rappers wanna diss me, but I'll rest in piss them

Raise your voice another time and I'ma up the pistol

I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol

Blow your brains out, man, I'ma up the pistol

I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol

Blow your brains out, man, I'ma up the pistol

I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind, yeah

Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind

They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype

Some shit that I could never do, I do that shit for mine

They gon' ask who we are

Five years later and they know we on top

Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah

Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top

I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol

I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol