505 ft. Kant Git Ryte, Wax & Fat Lee Lyrics

It's all on a bitch around here

We're going Stewie on em

McAvitch, Slapavitch

Pop some boys in Badleys

505, 505, 505, 505

I don't know about you but I like to get bucked up

Hey Sauce, nigga where you from

505, he come from the slums

Better get him cause the boy go dumb

Ridiculous, but the party don't stop till we finish this fill

And the club throw bows like ludicrous

I ain't new to this, I'm true to this

Get like I'm is, learn you how to do this shit

Takes you through the hood, puts you on some gangsta shit

Yeah, 505 will represent mines

Turn me up, let it pump

Swayze, coast ride

Ben curves got the block on fire

Twist burn 23's like Mike

Low pro ties

Game legend like Unitas

Makaveli, my brain

Bitches that's a ride

505, bitch

Turn it up, this is a slapper

Go Stewie on a bitch and Mac

Funky, gooey, wacky, tobacco

505, bitch

Lil' Grange, swingin' through traffic

Loppers and rippers gotta have it

Follow 5, and it's a blapper

Cold white tea on my stint, I'm ain't slappin

Burner sippin' Hurricane

Fit a cap to match the bass

With a scraper outside that mash

Scrape, scrape, dip and scrape

Sideshow yo, keep the Albuquerque way

With the doors wide open

Your girl chose us, cause I'm dipped in potion

I'm a hustle boy, girl, I stay frozen

I'm a cool breeze, like a kicker with the ocean

Got my game from the bay, that's why I stay coastin

Be a scrubber that I stay roastin

505 pace like God and I mean

All nationalities doin' their thing

In the town, makin' green stunner shades

Earthy pills in the mouth, stiff face like yee

You can catch me in the parking lot

Goin' dummy in the

505, bitch

Turn it up, this is a slapper

Ghost Stewie on a bitch and mac

Funky gooey, wacky tobacco

505, bitch

Lil' Grange, swingin' through traffic

Loppers and rippers gotta have it

Follow 5, and it's a blapper

When I play the high sticks, I'm rollin' down the highway

To break up some cake, back up at my place

Flowin' the best in your face

Taste, bring your girl around me and I'll rape her face

When you see the temp, I'm like 50 deep

When I hit these streets, they're like, who is he

Who is he

It's your boy Temp, and I'm back up on the scene

Came from a little mob, you can call the kings

You can find me uptown, servin' these beans

Keep my drop top low, damn right, I keep it clean

Came for your face, not to communicate

If you want that bass, I get my boys from the bay

If you want that great, I got it bundled like hay

They let me at the gates, now I'm here to stay

505, bitch

Turn it up, here's to the slapper

Goat suey on a bitch and mack

Funky gooey, wacky tobacco

505, bitch

Lil' Grange, swingin' through traffic

Loppers and rippers gotta have it

Follow 5, and it's a blapper

The beat goes dummy, so I'm standin' on the roof

Straw in the bottle, 151 proof

Pills in my tummy, and I'm feelin' really loose

Just doin' what it do, yadda, great goop

Ice on my ice, and some heat in my cup

Arm out the window, gang signs, throw it up

Gas, break, dip, slow it up

You see I got grapes in the jar, blow it up

I'm movin' in the groove, and makin' paper in the scraper

Turn it up, here's to the player, and I'ma see you later

My name's raisin' up in the game like elevators

At the mall, ballin' with bags on escalators

Ballin' around gamers, escalades, and navigators

Shoes made of alligators, and I'm dippin' from the staters

505, this is a slapper

Go Stewie on a bitch and mack her

505, bitch

Turn it up, this is a slapper

Go Stewie on a bitch and mack her

Fuck a gooey, wacky tobacco

505, bitch

Lil' Grange, swingin' through traffic

Loppers and rippers gotta have it

505, and this a backer