5.7 ft. OG Glee Lyrics

Five-seveN, Got that missile in it

When I'm flyin', know my suitcase got a pistol in it

Five percent, know the whip I'm in, it's super tenet

Got get Baby Glo's approval, that's the FREE lieutenant

Got that chopper by the bed, you tryna shoot it out

Gave that little bitch a perc and now she groovin' out

Too independent, told my mother I was movin' out

Too many guns, you would think a nigga from the South

My nigga want that big SRT, with the Trackhawk

And if I back door an opp, they'll leave that black boy with the white chalk

Got seven in my Vick and that big dog, that bitch a big bark

That bitch, she eat my dick up like some soul food with some neck bones

If a nigga want smoke, boy, let's get it on

Like Kevin, I shoot his heart when I'm riding along

She lick my balls up like ping-pong

My shooter kill his ass, a lullaby song

Bro throw me the oop, I been dunking all along

Two man move, she wanna fuck, that's a song

Dick up in her guts, I make that bitch moan

Smoking zaza on the way home

Call my nigga Kofi, he gon' pull up in a Hellcat

If you give me any drugs, guarantee you I can sell that

Hang with some real weight movers, all my niggas really sell packs

Ten P's, send the money, then a nigga mail that

I was gettin' pints in the mail

I don't got CashApp, you gotta send me the money through Zelle

Bro got bagged for a body, judge ain't even give him a bail

My nigga selling that Off-White, but I ain't talkin' bout Sails

She said she a good girl, but I know she gon' suck dick

In a Lil Wayne shirt, a Trukfit

Nut up on her face, tell that bitch, lick this

Then tell that bitch, pause, eat a good Twix

Ain't spin in a minute, but I'm geekin' to spin sum

Them niggas be sweet, strawberries and honey buns

You dissing on live, pull up and get some

The shit that shooters they got, gon' fuck up your lung

That nigga get cooked like Egg Foo Young

My gun got hit, so it's a son of a gun

I be cookin' them eats, my plates a one of a one

My gun got asthma, i still wanna pump sum

No albuterol, I got a pump

One phone call, then it's time to go dump

This shit in my passenger seat, not a trunk

Got hit with that sticker, left more than a lump

Nigga runnin' in the woods like Gump

Stick an elephant in 30 a trunk

Got hit with that shit, and made a nigga crump

Fuck with the numbers, never usin' dumps

Open that za bag, smell a funk

Fuck with my money, get a nigga jumped

And I stay with the peace like a monk

Five-seveN, got that missile in it

When I'm flyin', know my suitcase got a pistol in it

Five percent, know them whip, I'm in it, super tenant

Gotta get Baby Glo's approval, that's the FREE lieutenant

Got that chopper by the bed, you tryna shoot it out

Gave that little bitch a perc and now she groovin' out

Too independent, told my mother I was movin' out

Too many guns, you would think a nigga from the South

On Free