5 Mins Of Hell (RIP Kaz) Lyrics

Repossession man, see his whip and give that bitch a lift

She was with the gang last night, you gave that bitch a kiss

Tell a ham, shit, you buy the site, it's a hit or miss

Flip the clip, go and dig a ditch, cause that nigga hit

They sleepin' on me, chain water, finna pour it on him

Hall of Fame corner specialist, how we scorin' on him

Bought some off-white socks, spent a Jordan on him

Catch a opp out of bounds, Aaron Gordon on him

Lookin' in the mirror, I'm the boss, I can't beat myself

Before i ask a nigga for a plate, I'll feed myself

How you snake a nigga, and then turn around and need my help

Claimin' he be droppin' shit, so now I'm tryna see myself

Niggas pump fakin' more than a good shooter

If you ain't first place, you a good loser

Why the fuck you go and cuff her ass? She a hood chooser

She ain't come out with the gift cards, bitch, I should bruise her

Hop up out your bushes with a switch, think I like nature

Full court I'ma hit the Chauncey for the tiebreaker

Cool him off and put him in a box like a icebreaker

Why lie? You know you really fucked up in life, faker

Yo' knight in shinin' armor lost his vest when that Drake hit it

I ain't gotta go run to the car, bitch, I came with it

Put the tuh on the K, let me aim with it

Forty-eight giffies for the day, can you say winded

Calamari plates, I remember it was noodle cups

In Belize just got off the ship, finna do it up

Hair trigger on the F and N, that's the shooter's touch

Paranoid, I apologize, it ain't you, it's us

Went to Duke, made two and left, bitch, I'm scam reddish

I need some counseling, I think I got a band fetish

Blue cheese in this hand, in the other hand, relish

You can be the burger, I'ma settle for the damn lettuce

I'ma use a piece, I don't see the prices

I'm comin' up, why you hatin', bro? You supposed to be excited

Three hundred rounds, we'll go to war with Leonidas

I can make you ten in a week, you just need Verizon

Hollows pop the tag off his T like a shopaholic

Seen an opp zoomin' in his whip, now I'm tryna park it

Have it all there when I come, I ain't tryna bargain

Keep a stick on my hip, but I'm not a sergeant

Got a bag in this whip like I'm Instacarting

On a one-way flight to that pape baby, it's departing

Can only yell bullseye if you hit your target

Lil' bro was sittin' on the bench, now I'm finna start him

Certain things you just can't do, that shit over with

C got me tuh noddin off, this shit so legit

Dove in that water with a plan, left them motion sick

Wasn't lettin' us up in the door, I had to open it

Feel like Mega got my baby punchin' for them easy jacks

Might get paid if you play your role, no strings attached

Nice than a bitch, but be puttin' up the meanest act

Log in, drop and change the code, you ain't seein' that

They stay on the perimeter, because they know we in the paint

Bitch, I done did more turnarounds than a figure eight

Fake Id and card, the real person is a different race

Dropped a fuckin' classic, now I'm finna take a lil' break

Betting wrong on fanduel, only time I'm losin' pape

Smokin' dead niggas out the pound, we don't do the shake

Took a L and I prayed, I ain't losin' faith

Brody runnin' around with Ty bows, and be movin' weight

One dip, two dip, oh shit

Goin' store to store with some fire, broke the whole chip

I don't gotta pic with bro, cause he dome shit

I don't know how bitches laying up with a known snitch

Fans like it when I score a screamin' shot clock cheese

Please don't try it with my bitch, she the shot block queen

Askin' all these questions, I think you a cop, stop please

Cuzzo put the dog in a pot like it got fleas

Nigga runnin' off, but I know where to find his ass

Off the slides, bitch, I'm eatin' free like I dine and dash

Tell a bitch if you don't put me first, then your time is last

Shit talkin', it's like second nature, I ain't tryna brag

Huu, let me stop

Beggin' me to dive into her ocean finna belly flop

Cuddy up off the Betty Crock, got a heavy knot

Niggas sayin' he gon' kill me, but I bet he not

Bro a hack into your database, call him Einstein

Doin' 160 in this cat, I got nine lives

Comment on a nigga, bitch, post like you fine wine

Cartier frames with a stick, like a blind guy

Tuh, lil' bro-ass nigga

Here go run into the store-ass nigga

Wear that fit three times a week, boy, you a no cash, nigga

Let a nigga take your chain, you a hoe-ass nigga

Off the 42, she takin' more shots than James Worthy

Be done sucked the skin off my shit, sick, she came kirby

He wearin' team jumpman's off a Klay jersey

They tryna score it, let me grab the tec, finna play dirty

Twenty-five giffies, turn them in at the instant cash

Learned the hard way, nice guys always finish last

My nigga hooked on that pop like he miss his dad

Droppin' buckets with a cannon on me, feel like Tristan Jass

Smokin' apples and bananas, really, I don't eat either

Need a fire truck for this piece, I'm a heat seeker

Cut dead into this lil' bitch like a meat cleaver

Chasin' after chicken every day, I don't see Peter

Callin' all boosters, tap in with y'all stealin' ass

You been in this race too long to be still in last

Hit him in his cap with that yup, tryna peel it back

You can go and catch a hundred bodies, but you still a rat

It costs to be the boss, I can't let them round the goat

They left before we had the wave, now they round the boat

You hide behind a screen, and steal money, you a coward, bro

Came up off that shit, now I'm bound to blow

I'ma sit back and observe, ain't the speakin' type

Balenciaga sandals with the spikes like I'm Jesus Christ

Bro, ah put a hole in his ass, I don't need to fight

Jumped the chef at Beni's, cause that shit wasn't seasoned right

Caught a opp at the rink, I just came to skate

Gave him beats like a 808 in my bathing ape

Let me know up front, I ain't finna play the waiting game

Got two bitches fightin' for the dick like I'm Flavor Flav

I can hear my granny sayin', baby, go and do them bad

Me plus this chop minus y'all, better do the math

All that late texting back and shit, we ain't doin' that

If you made a statement, pussy lil' nigga, you a rat

Masked up with a hundred, tryna whack some

Said she went to sleep early, bitch, you think I'm not dumb

To be me, it's big shoes to feel like you Shaq son

She tappin' out the third round, it started with a back rub

30 hangin' out the Glock, longer than a balance beam

Your nigga told you no and smacked your ass, now you askin' me

Well, I'ma tell you no too

On this MacBook, charged up like I'm Goku

Puttin' shit up in the air like I got a drone

Cut into a bitch nigga quick, I'm in doctor mode

Took a trip up to Sprint, in here adoptin' phones

Hit him in his face with that Drake, bitch, I got your nose

Bitch, nigga, five-star STS, nigga

We the best, nigga, hit him in his chest, nigga