High Five ft. Len Farii Lyrics

Yeah, nigga

What happened

Ayy, I'm back, nigga

Ayy, we're really talkin' some shit, look

Not for real

Let it go

My bitch don't know how to drive, but she can still reverse

Backpedal like a DB, but I come in first

Call a deep route, straight to Hill, or I'll run with Hurts

I'm like, bae, how you wanna be fucked She said, whatever hurts

See, I was online with Amir, then we made some lean

Got so fucked up, hit a blunt, then we ended stream

Aye, how you really can't make noodles Why you callin' me

I'm a big rock, you a poodle, you ain't bother me

She too fuckin' old, nigga, uh

She too fuckin' old, nigga, don't bother me

FTK for life, that mean fuck them kids

Not for them pedos, nigga, we gon' shoot your shit

Why your mama back so long She a washing board

If I ever try to kill myself, I'ma hide the cord

Fuck that, I ain't suicidal, but I like to score

Hit that bitch one time, now she a fuckin' whore

Lil' bitch slid in my DM, she a fuckin' tranny

I ain't know till after I hit, nah

I ain't know, so I ain't hit, nigga

Yeah, I ain't hit no tranny, I just can't rap, swear to God

I don't give a fuck about the law, I just pray to God

Beat the pussycat down low, cause the beef is hot

WWE, what a show, lay the smack down

Yea, we been talkin' for a minute, where's the cat now

These niggas beefin' on the internet, tryna hack now

Got some off-white AF1s, cost a rack now

But I'm really steppin' in these AF1s, so they black now

I just really put somebody in a box, call him Jack now

Brodie really say he chillin' on my block, I can make him leave

Say they staying bet, I pull a wrap 'em up like a Christmas tree

Yeah, they call me Farii, keep my money low like a limousine

Yeah, they call me a Big Santana, but my circle be Krispy Kreme

So fuckin' mad, (my bad)

So fuckin' mad man, I want some dad tattoos

Why that shit so expensive I'm in Vegas, that's bad news

This thottie said that she don't wanna talk, I bet cash do (Ight bet)

On this beat with Trell, got the bass booming

Put my bitch and Chanel, she got that cake movin'

Got him stuck up in the house, you know he ain't movin'

All I take is fuckin' W's, you know I ain't losin'

Baby, you know when it come to me, I stack it up

Got a bad lil' bitch, she finna back it up

Dancin', you know she dancin', you know she dancin'

Yeah, I put that green up on your head, Louija Mansion

Yeah, I put that green up on that beem, got him prancin'

Rudolph, yeah, I lied to you, bean red

Put the scope up on the bitch and I'm knockin' off your head

Put the drum up on the bitch and, yeah, I'm shootin' at your leg, bitch

Shootin' at his feet, blood froze, thought he was a crip

But I don't kill niggas, fuck that side man I chose a bitch

Damn, Trell, why you spill the beans I did that, too

My baby shit don't like me in the streets, but I chase them blues

Chasing blues, gettin' dirty, so I'm in the streets

But you ain't gotta worry, stay at home, I'ma get them cheeks

Told a nigga back up, give me 50 feet

Walked in this bitch with my gang like 50 deep