BringOutFye (5400) Lyrics

Tan grip Witta thirty, pink up in my cup like Kirby

Why you think they call me dirty? Got this bitch stuffed Witta curry

I be right back, don't you worry, got a hit this play and hurry

White q8 look like a brick, but the inside of that bitch on Hershey

5400 on my jersey, it's a lot of shit that hurt me

So when I'm up, can't show no mercy, bitch want me dead, keep tryn dirt me

Might suck her titty cause they perky, thirty shots, no Tod, gurley

Two bows, James worthy, purp lean made me slurry

I can't go nowhere that I can't step up in and bring out fye

It's a shame that same shit'll make you laugh or make you cry

Promise if a nigga pull up to my house, boy, he gon' die

I got blessed a thousand chances, wanna send me to the sky

In a BMV with big ass stick on me, I'm lookin' hot

Dis essentials cover up this thirty round and big ass knock

Presidential, when I hop in this Q8, I feel like God

I feel special, pull up to PNC and take out them knots

Don't hop in this shit if you ain't wit it, that's some shit I learned

Nigga had all my respect, lost all that shit, fuck what he earned

From threatenin' me through all them messages, that shit be for the birds

At the light, you gotta choose to turn right or nigga swerve

Tan grip with a thirty, pink up in my cup like Kirby

Why you think they call me dirty, got this bitch stuffed witta curry

I be right back, don't you worry, got a hit this play and hurry

White Q8 look like a brick, but the inside of that bitch on Hershey

5400 on my jersey, it's a lot of shit that hurt me

So when I'm up, can't show no mercy, bitch, want me dead keep tryn dirt me, might suck a titty, cause they perky

Thirty shots, no Todd, gurley, two bows like James Worthy

Purp lean made me slurry