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letra de five ohh freestyle - zotiyac

five ohh freestyle lyrics
verse 1:
big drac ak with the eyesight
put that b-tch in yo’ face like a cop light
know that boy smoke on (?), that don’t hit right
i’ma light up a opp when it’s midnight
gotta cut a b-tch off ’til she get right
got a b-tch on the side like i hitchhike
and we don’t do the barking, we just bite
false snitch on me, n-gga, i get right
i just dropped a couple thousand and put switchers on this glizzy
wrote yo’ name that’s on this bullet
wrote my name on yo’ b-tch’s titties
don’t spend yo’ life, get rich, die trying
gone end up dyin’, boy, you ain’t 50
i’m on yo’ ass, boy, f-ck how long corona last, i’m in yo’ city

chorus:
ayy, a hunnid choppas on a sprinter, b-tch
a hunnid dollas’ for some slippers, b-tch
got a couple gottas’ that be with thе sh-t
for a couple dollas’, they’ll get you hit
you will diе slow
f-ck a warning shot, n-gga, hablo
big drum on me, hoe, five ohh
k!ll a n-gga like five ohh
b-tch i’m hot
verse 2:
don’t be lookin’ inside of these pockets
i ain’t lil baby, i’m clutchin’ a glock
i fo’ pierre but my sh-t full of shots
got a dog on me and that bih bark like a riot (my dog, big dog)
we don’t give a f-ck ’bout laws
creep up on yo’ way like we washin’ yo’ car
creeped up with a stick, you would think i can’t walk
he got hit in the knee, tell that boy to walk it off
big shigg in my jeans, i barely smoke on squares
ig ain’t the block, we post on there
we done ran out of work, we don’t know no care
took the pack from the opps so we smoke on theirs
tired of f-ckin’ his b-tch so the hoe don’t go there
tried to bust on her face, got it on her hair
n-gga tried to run from me, can’t go nowhere
i won’t play with my life, i’ma pull out a pipe
you gon’ lose yours tryna tuss on fight
i slid in the maus then cut off the lights
that boy died, he didn’t get to live up to the height
(?) had his head and that b-tch came off
tried to empty the stick and the clip came off
and there ain’t no snitchin’ ’cause the snitch can’t talk
(?) make sure the n-gga can’t walk

chorus:
ayy, a hunnid choppas on a sprinter, b-tch
a hunnid dollas’ for some slippers, b-tch
got a couple gottas’ that be with the sh-t
for a couple dollas’, they’ll get you hit
you will die slow
f-ck a warning shot, n-gga, hablo
big drum on me, hoe, five ohh
k!ll a n-gga like five ohh
b-tch i’m hot

- zotiyac

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