Lyrics to 5am In KC
Whiteboy made it
Alright, alright
If I say too much on this beat, I'ma go in
Alright. Bitch was the greatest of all time; she got a go-head
Told me, fuck her hard; I was feeling nuts, so I went slow instead
Nigga tried to run from me; I had to blow his leg
Come on
Well, it's not the same
Just blew a 50 in the mall; that shit's pocket change
You ain't got no money in your shit; that's why your pockets hang
You get cheated on; I do the cheating; we is not the same
OK
She gave me top with no top exchange
The chop got a drum on it; I'm finna rock the stage
Count money, got my hands up in a lot of pain
You heard it
Flick left and squeeze it at you; you might fly away
Ain't no nigga ever press me nigga so don't try today
Come on
Put this bitch on her, I better make her tap my name
Bitch
Left wrist look just like the right wrist
Shoot her hand, starting to warm up, I had to ice it
I know a thick bitch that turned skinny, call her ISIS
Nigga played with me, I shot his ass, now he lifeless
Break a bitch down before I lift her up
Took a broke bitch off the hood, I had to fix her up
Come here, baby
Yeah, you heard what gang said, we turning bitches up
Light skin, she a threat and she thick as fuck, drac
I don't like hood hoes, them bitches too tough
For real
Bitch, put some lotion on your feet, your toes too rough
We the ones really having, so they choose us
Bitch asked me for some money, I gave her ass a loose dub
Fuck
She gon' do whatever fuck me; she a down bitch
Got her coming to the trenches, that's my out-of-town shit
Why your lace lifted?
Promoter can pay me in all ones, it don't make a difference
Don't ask my pape, dear
Chop decorate a nigga house like it's Wayfair
I smoke a nigga mama; I don't play fair
I don't
Send his daddy to him, he try to act like he don't stay there
We riding all the fast shit like it's a state fair
I can walk into the building till my paper clear
Get some blicks around if they say face tear
Yeah, gang up a hundred off doing bank shares
You walk up on your ex, you do your bank with Chase
She getting drunk, drunk; she ain't even use no chase
Heard he smoked everybody
He ain't leave no trace
I can save a bitch's life; I don't need no cape
I don't give a fuck where the hoes at
Jaaybo just left with the bitches; bring the hoes back
If God can hear me right now, I'll bring my bros back
E got this skinny-ass blunt, nigga, who rode that
She bent over the front seat, so I rode back
I ain't never seen that type of Glock; can I hold that?
Let me see
5 AM in KC
Just me and E
Alright, alright
If I say too much on this beat, I'ma go in
Alright. Bitch was the greatest of all time; she got a go-head
Told me, fuck her hard; I was feeling nuts, so I went slow instead
Nigga tried to run from me; I had to blow his leg
Come on
Well, it's not the same
Just blew a 50 in the mall; that shit's pocket change
You ain't got no money in your shit; that's why your pockets hang
You get cheated on; I do the cheating; we is not the same
OK
She gave me top with no top exchange
The chop got a drum on it; I'm finna rock the stage
Count money, got my hands up in a lot of pain
You heard it
Flick left and squeeze it at you; you might fly away
Ain't no nigga ever press me nigga so don't try today
Come on
Put this bitch on her, I better make her tap my name
Bitch
Left wrist look just like the right wrist
Shoot her hand, starting to warm up, I had to ice it
I know a thick bitch that turned skinny, call her ISIS
Nigga played with me, I shot his ass, now he lifeless
Break a bitch down before I lift her up
Took a broke bitch off the hood, I had to fix her up
Come here, baby
Yeah, you heard what gang said, we turning bitches up
Light skin, she a threat and she thick as fuck, drac
I don't like hood hoes, them bitches too tough
For real
Bitch, put some lotion on your feet, your toes too rough
We the ones really having, so they choose us
Bitch asked me for some money, I gave her ass a loose dub
Fuck
She gon' do whatever fuck me; she a down bitch
Got her coming to the trenches, that's my out-of-town shit
Why your lace lifted?
Promoter can pay me in all ones, it don't make a difference
Don't ask my pape, dear
Chop decorate a nigga house like it's Wayfair
I smoke a nigga mama; I don't play fair
I don't
Send his daddy to him, he try to act like he don't stay there
We riding all the fast shit like it's a state fair
I can walk into the building till my paper clear
Get some blicks around if they say face tear
Yeah, gang up a hundred off doing bank shares
You walk up on your ex, you do your bank with Chase
She getting drunk, drunk; she ain't even use no chase
Heard he smoked everybody
He ain't leave no trace
I can save a bitch's life; I don't need no cape
I don't give a fuck where the hoes at
Jaaybo just left with the bitches; bring the hoes back
If God can hear me right now, I'll bring my bros back
E got this skinny-ass blunt, nigga, who rode that
She bent over the front seat, so I rode back
I ain't never seen that type of Glock; can I hold that?
Let me see
5 AM in KC
Just me and E
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