5 DEEP ft. YBL J2 & Henny Lyrics

They say that I folded, I just need a break Don't write in my notes, everything off the

Brain When I make the music, my mind gettin' drained

Showing love to the people, they treat me insane

I gave her my heart, took me as a game I swear that these bitches so lame

I might get arrested for using these flames You come' to my section, get shot in the brain

Stand up rolling five move the fuck out of the way I'm rocking this chain and it drippin' like

Rain We focus on drama, I need more racks in the

Bank one punch Igudala, stay in my own lane

I'm reading the comments, they calling me lame

I hate pasta, that's the sound of the fame He posted his number, that shit really lame

Knowing damn well, he dick ridin' the gang He ask for new friends, but he got enough

He really on nothing, that nigga's just bluff He got no bling, he ain't stealin' no stuff

He don't got a stick, if he did, he a punk I hate J2, man, his music so dumb

He said he be posting with Glocks with a drum He lie every word that he sung

Got fucked up when he gave him a ton Got fucked up when he gave him a ton

Ja got fucked up when he tried to run He hate on the gang, act like he got a gun

He ain't killin' shit, he really on none How does it feel that I really don't care

Don't worry about me, yo, bitch right there said he got a stick, come cross the bridge

We really know he a bitch He droppin' a diss, y'all be some hoes, y'all

Ain't on shit Shooting clock chasing, he stay out the mix

Like, bro, dropped a diss, that shit fell off so quick

This nigga a plant, he be buyin' box You broke as a bitch, opposite of a lot

You niggas snakes, all you do is plot Like Ja you a bitch, and that's how I

Rock I'm dissin' myself, I, bet I'll respond

64 on the chop, got me feelin' like Von Dirty hoes on my dick, I'ma pass to the team

I don't need them bitches, like, get them off me

How he dissin' himself, it don't make no sense And he dissin' the niggas that think that it's

Shit I catch me a ja, I'll, poke the lil bitch

But there ain't need to hit when you beat by a bitch

Seven-six-two gon' pop out the blick Hit that nigga in his back like Rick

Uh, bitch, I don't with this shit You be a hoe, posted up in the pics

Like, pass me the poll, I'm ready to blick Throw him in a holl, I'm takin' a piss

I spit on this cop, I don't got respect Not focused on drama, I need me a check

Get your hoe out my DM's, she askin' for sex Like, I took his lil' bitch, and that's on the set

I hate J2, cause he cappin' his rap made so many bands, but he so trash

I'll get my team on your ass I might drop a diss and make you feel bad

Ja's bitch ass, keep on naggin' I won't stop the grind, can't do the slackin

Niggas thinkin' they crazy till Henny pop out Them niggas got shot just from runnin' his mouth

Like, y'all niggas know I'm too tacky And I don't got a problem runnin' in this house

Niggas love talkin' on the net When I see him in person, he askin' for help

If I catch lil' Ja, uh Then that's what my mother doin' it myself

Send over a clique if he screamin' for help Them niggas got wet up, ain't no Micheal Phelps

Gang, uh, gang, lil', gang They know J keep a two

Pass it to me, that's on bro, I'm a boom Like, bitch, I'm a Mack, I put on for the rules

Like, bitch, I'm EBK, niggas really getting to it

Gang, gang, ha, lil', gang, lil

Ayo, Ja get your bitch yea she all on my roster

I'm two deep and I'm spinning wit Pasta Like, bitch, I'm a Mack, niggas know I'm a flocker

Me and gang five deep and we ready to pop, sum, uh

Let's go back and forth real quick, aii bet

Come get your bitch, she just here for the cash

Ayo, Ja get your bitch and she shakin' that ass

Five deep on your block and I'm hittin' that gas

Ja don't wanna walk, he get put in that grass

If you check the cameras, we wearin' all black

No face, no case, and we put a ski mask

Spark up a blunt, put lil' Ja in a cast

I smoke up this pain, hopin' I don't crash

You know me, I just found where he live

I'ma pull up all black, better hope he don't pass