5.7 FN ft. FGE Capone Lyrics

5.7 FN puttin shots in the wind

Me and Capone hopped out n put the mac to his lips

Like we playin in ah band we keep drum or stick

He talkin crazy on the gram but I know he a bitch

5.7 FN puttin shots in the wind

Me and Capone hopped out n put the mac to his lips

Like we playin in ah band we keep drum or stick

He talkin crazy on the gram but I know he a bitch

To tell the truth man all these niggas soft

I was aiming for his man's but he caught it randy moss

Oh you got ah pint of pure act ? What's the cost

Bitch goin through my phone cocked back , broke her jaw

Lean got me movin like ah sloth

And the opps funny as hell so we call Chris rock

When the chop blow you would think it got surround sound

The opps broke as fuck always askin for ah hand out

To keep it real man these niggas ain't no shooters

Slidin on the opps with clips longer than ah ruler

Beam on the Glock hit em right in his medulla

Why the fuck they buyin guns if these niggas ain't go use em

5.7 FN puttin shots in the wind

Me and Capone hopped out n put the mac to his lips

Like we playin in ah band we keep drum or stick

He talkin crazy on the gram but I know he a bitch

5.7 FN puttin shots in the wind

Me and Capone hopped out n put the mac to his lips

Like we playin in ah band we keep drum or stick

He talkin crazy on the gram but I know he a bitch

He talkin crazy on the gram he should be tryna get his bitch back

I'm tryna slide broad day brodie where the stick at

Spent 10 on a fit nigga all this shit mismatch

hit yo bitch one time you want never get yo bitch back

Dropped yo man's you ain't never got yo damn lick back

You niggas sippin on green what the fuck is that

Im sippin on purple I love the act

I love the way i slide when i got the Mac

Takin good trips talkin bout back to back

We run it up nigga go pick yo man's up

Im talkin bout we on yo head like dandruff get yo bands up

Glock with a switch when I shoot make my hand jump

5.7 FN puttin shots in the wind

Me and Capone hopped out n put the mac to his lips

Like we playin in ah band we keep drum or stick

He talkin crazy on the gram but I know he a bitch

5.7 FN puttin shots in the wind

Me and Capone hopped out n put the mac to his lips

Like we playin in ah band we keep drum or stick

He talkin crazy on the gram but I know he a bitch