Numba 5

A fuck ****, that's that shit I don't like A snitch ****, that's that shit I don't like

A bitch ****, that's that shit I don't like

Sneak disser that's that

Five, five

Brody be tweakin, he hop out the truck and he ready to shoot, got unlimited shots

If I wasn't loyal and ain't have a girl then my phone a be filled with unlimited thots

But I ain't gon' lie, shit, my girl, she been pissin' me off, so I pour up a six in a pop

This one **** mad about a bitch, but he ain't gon' do shit, so I can't even call him my opp

Said I was done with the dissin, but seen he was dissin, so shit, I just did it some more

Said that I'm done bein' humble, start shittin' on **** and I'ma keep shittin' some more

Told her to stop with the bitchin, but I had to leave her, cause she just kept bitchin' some more

She got sent to Lock D, but she all in my bed, playin' innocent like she ain't did it before

Tryna act like she ain't known for the sex

When they ask how I'm comin, say overcorrect

Heard about you, bitch, you know for the neck, when I walk in the room, she just took off my tech

Go to the gym, just to deal with my stress, but a customer called and I'm leavin' the rec

I ain't Pooh Shiesty or Veeze but you try runnin' off while I'm servin, I'm makin' a mess, for real

And I got a shorty who ain't got no sense, if I tell him to shoot, then he go for the kill

Tryna get bro, don't drug, but he hurtin' like me, only different, he cope with a pill

Feel like I'm Superman, I get so high, I go up and away, all over the hill

Shot in his eyes since he kept actin' strange, but the **** survived, now he like Victor Creel

I'ma keep grindin' till I get a mill, pain in my chest and I hate how it feel

Chuck up a three, then I throw up a B, then send him to the sun like that Boy Bradley Beal

Telling a bitch, it's an issue with us, but you ain't tellin' me, I ain't know what's the deal

Bitch, I'm number five, put my life on the line, if you play, then you fried, you get hit with the Steel

Toting my nick and I'm tryna get wild, when I shoot, I won't miss, and it's loud like a cannon

Mad that I fucked on a whole other bitch, but she wasn't my bitch, so I'm not understanding

Your brother been talkin' that gangsta shit too, when we push up on you, why he leave you stranded

Think you a thief, when you try runnin' off, you ain't get it too far, cause I'm shootin' a bandit

I'm five, who that young **** out all day, I'm five

Go broke, he gon' find him a way, I'm five

Before Steel, call him 5K, I'm five

Young **** that's ridin' with Trae, I'm five

Grown man, so you know he don't play, I'm five

He be lyin, he say he okay, I'm five

He ain't trippin, he know that he straight, call him number five, and he ridin' with Eight

Tryna act like she ain't known for the sex, when they ask, how I'm coming say over, correct

Heard about you, bitch, you known for the neck, when I walk in the room, she just took off my tech

Go to the gym, just deal with my stress, but a customer called, then I'm leavin' the rec

I ain't Pooh Shiesty or Veeze but you try runnin' off while I'm servin, I'm makin' a mess, I'm five