5G Lyrics – Rob Wellz (Rap)
Singer: Rob Wellz (Rap)
Title: 5G
Hit the grandmaster flash, y’all still ain’t get the message yet
Get the message, n#gg#s still ain’t get the message
Hit the grandmaster flash, y’all still ain’t get the message yet
Get the message, n#gg#s still ain’t get the message
They don’t ever understand what we got wit’ us
Got wit’ us, understand what we got wit’ us
They don’t understand we got god wit’ us
Pardon the liquor, lost my brother then i got bitter
Y’all make the wrong sh#t hot in every meaning of it
This ain’t the rap game i seen when i was dreaming of it
This ain’t the trap game i seen when i was dreaming of it
And y’all be in the scene between police, y’all n#gg#s buggin’
Hit the pedal then you know i get missin’, baby
Just left the kitchen, baby
On another mission, baby
If i’m seeing you just know that i ain’t fishin’, baby
Them hoes is distant, baby
I can’t take the drama when i’m whippin’, baby
b#tches lucky if they see me in my work car
Shawty, i work hard
See my family’s names if i take my shirt off
Beamer truck is how i skrrt off
I’m tryna go international
Already been a curb boss
Hit the grandmaster flash, y’all still ain’t get the message yet
Get the message, n#gg#s still ain’t get the message
Hit the grandmaster flash, y’all still ain’t get the message yet
Get the message, n#gg#s still ain’t get the message
They don’t ever understand what we got wit’ us
Got wit’ us, understand what we got wit’ us
They don’t understand we got god wit’ us
Pardon the liquor, lost my brother then i got bitter
I just wrote another hit
I ain’t worried ’bout ya’ b#tch
I’m just busy getting rich
She thinks i’m cute, it is what it is
Triple x the hottest sh#t that’s smoking in new york
Y’all n#gg#s splitting eighths, we drop the whole thing in new york
Ask about us, had ya’ big homie choking in new york
n#gg#, trappin’ ain’t a hobby, it’s a motherf#ckin’ sport
Triple x the hottest sh#t that’s smoking in new york
Y’all n#gg#s splitting eighths, we drop the whole thing in new york
Ask about us, had ya’ big homie choking in new york
n#gg#, trappin’ ain’t a hobby, it’s a motherf#ckin’ sport
Hit the grandmaster flash, y’all still ain’t get the message yet
Get the message, n#gg#s still ain’t get the message
Hit the grandmaster flash, y’all still ain’t get the message yet
Get the message, n#gg#s still ain’t get the message
They don’t ever understand what we got wit’ us
Got wit’ us, understand what we got wit’ us
They don’t understand we got god wit’ us
Pardon the liquor, lost my brother then i got bitter
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