F5 ft. KY$ G3 Lyrics

(Bye drool)

(Bye drool)

(Bye-)

(Bye drool)

(Bye drool)

(Bye drool)

Stop talkin if you don't wanna die

Tha glock make his gang dance like the Jackson 5

They say they spung two times

Surprised he alive

This bitch a freak hoe

I put her in a F5

Yuh

I'm talkin

hush

hush

hush

bitch

Let me in your guts bitch

I ain't tryna rush bitch

I ain't say to stop suckin

go until I nut bitch

I ain't tryna do the talkin

Am I gonna crush bitch?

Yuh

You know that I'm just tryna fuck hoe

Bullets flying at you yeah

I recommend you duck hoe

If you see the Drool Gang

Then you outta luck hoe

Doing all dis talkin but how good can you suck hoe

How good is that neck bitch?

Am I gonna wreck bitch?

Is it worth a check bitch?

Ill just ask the next bitch

Uh

Uh

Uh

Is it gonna make me sped bitch?

(I'm only fucking with G3)

(G3)

(G3)

(G3)

(G3)

Yeah it's night when you see me

Yeah the lights up cuz the Glock gonna beamy

Yeah the Glock got a laser

Shoot one time see it trace

It's a tracer

Two bad hoes in the telly

It's a taster

Bitch I'm testin niggas

Not a motherfuckin' pacer

Yeah im testin niggas

Not a motherfuckin pacer

Off your man's meat

You a motherfuckin glazer

Bitch this a fye

Not no motherfuckin tazer

Whoa

Yeah

Yeah yeah you know we switchin' up the flow

I get hella money

Yeah my pockets hella bloated

Look like yo bitch

Hop on beat

And I rode it

Yeah I got this fye

Yeah lil brazy he gon' blow it

Call up Tyler Drool and he got ARP

He toting

And her nigga hella broke

He ain't havin' no motion

(I'm only fucking with G3)

Yuh