G5 Lyrics – Peezy
Singer: Peezy
Title: G5
Ghetto Boyz
Ayy, ayy
I got what you want, I got what you need, n#gg#
Get a check by my lonely, I don’t need n#gg#s
Hit your spot with that sack, b#tch, I feed n#gg#s
Like Harold at the light, I’ll leave n#gg#s
What’s done in the dark come to the light
Nothin’ in this world I love more than a dirty Sprite
b#tch, I’m a tiger in my hood, got a lot of stripes
b#tch, I’m a savage for that chicken, starved too many nights
Seen it all, done it all, I’m a f#ckin’ lord
b#tch, I’ma rock ice, I’ma whip foreign
I know why you love your b#tch, ’cause her p#ss# warm
Made her pop an RP, then we did a p#rn
Need a bad college b#tch to serve out her dorm
Every day, I’m screwed up, b#tch, I stay poured
I don’t know why, but this K came with a sword
It’s a dog-ass stash in that new Accord
I was in the palm trees, y’all was in the snow
And two million in cars, your WCW my ho
Flew in with a dub ’cause we tryna f#ck the city up
That sh#t we really rap about, we really live it, bruh
I’m in G5, I tell this one ho to come here
Like b#tch, you f#ck me good, I put two stones up in your ear
Make sure you hear me clear
No Gucci frames, lil’ b#tch, I rock Cartiers
Roley Gang Blue but I still rock the Audemars
Oops, I meant the Audemars, valet auto-start the car
Pull the Dawn in front of LIV, all my n#gg#s do it big
Bentley truck, Bentley truck, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith
Red Ferrari, white Lambo, we deal with pape’
APs and Rollies, throw them b#tches in they face
Two b#tches wanna f#ck the same time, I think they gay
I’m talkin’ on two cellphones at once like Kevin Gates
And courtesy of them why I be switchin’ different states
We f#ckin’ up G5, DJ sayin’ my name
Eight thousand for the booth at LIV, this b#tch right next to Wayne’s
We came out here to ball, these n#gg#s playin’ games
She starin’ at my chain, this b#tch gon’ let us run a train
We hustle all year, 2019, that’s our year
Buy ’em for the Tim Duncan and get the Paul Pierce
I can see these p#ss# n#gg#s hatin’ in my far rear
Run up on us playin’, boy, your #ss gon’ need some pallbearers
Drippin’ in Givenchy
This sh#t I’m wearin’ cost a pretty penny
I wear Italian sh#t just like I’m skinny
I rock expensive jewelry, diamonds dancin’ like I’m Diddy
b#tch, I ain’t in no Hellcat, today, I’m in the Bentley
Ain’t hard to tell that we the freshest n#gg#s in the city
I pop a seal and sip it out the bottle like it’s Rémy
We play with automatics, we ain’t f#ckin’ with no semis
This b#tch a racecar engine, I ain’t f#ckin’ with no hemis
Won’t never catch me f#ckin’ with these n#gg#s, I ain’t friendly
I know these n#gg#s hatin’ for no reason and they envy
I gotta move discreet to keep the peoples out my business
I’m eatin’ crab cakes at Ocean Prime, this ain’t Benis, n#gg#
This sh#t ain’t no motherf#ckin’ Benihanas, n#gg#
You know how we do it, n#gg#
Every time we on the scene, we do it big, f#ckboy
Let’s go
Ayy, Blue
They can’t f#ck with us, n#gg#
They can’t f#ck with the sauce, Lil P
Ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
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