BlueBucksClan - 5:57 AM Freestyle lyrics

(Fresco, that's cold, Tristen)
(K$hare Beats)

Naw, we can't get one in
What's wrong with niggas?
(What's wrong with niggas?)
I don't even wanna do a song with niggas 
(Niggas lame) i ain't into talkin' on
The phone with niggas  (Never did)
See me out, they like, ayy
That's that cloneless nigga
(That's that cloneless nigga)
Yeah, that's me, just got Prada on my bones
Nigga (Prada on my bones, nigga)
On the 7 shootin' dice, ain't no bones
Nigga (Ain't no bones, nigga)
Skinny nigga, but I flex like a strong nigga
(Like a strong nigga)
We keep passin' all these
Plays, goin' long, nigga
(Goin' long, nigga)
Clan in this bitch, foreigns pullin' up
(Pullin' up) bitch think she bad
But she ain't good enough
(You ain't good enough)
We ain't fuckin' with you lames
Y'all ain't good as us
(Y'all ain't good as us)
Wild niggas with me
They'll make you put 'em up
(They'll make you put 'em up)
Sex on the stairs
That's the only time I'm fuckin' up
(I'm fuckin' up)
Feel like Ace Boogie, bitch
I ain't luckin' up
(Bitch, I ain't luckin' up)
We at Javiers, bitches fightin'
Bitches runnin' up (Bitches runnin' up)
Devin Hester
I'm just tryna run a hundred up
(Tryna run a hundred up)

Sittin' in a Ghost with Dre, yeah
I can't make it up (I can't make it up)
Only thing a nigga missin' was a double cup
(On God)
DJ faded as a bitch, he still rollin' up
(Goddamn) all this Gucci with the gang
Like I'm Lil Pump (Like I'm Lil Pump)
If she have an off day
Then she getttin' dumped (On God)
Large plates at Ruth Chris, yeah
I'm gettin' stuffed (Stuffed)
She don't fuck the first night
Then she out of luck (Bitch dumb)
Catchin' plays all on King
Like I'm Cooper Kupp (Cooper Kupp)
Niggas ain't really real, man, they wannabes
(Niggas hoes)
I ain't met a nigga yet who as cold as me
(On my mama) keep hittin' in the field
'til my shoulders bleed
('Til my shoulders bleed) bad bitch
I'm in her mouth like some Listerine
(Listerine)

Pussy fire, I can't lie
But you can't get a ring (I can't lie)
Bringin' up old shit, I'm like
"What you mean?" (What you mean?)
Don't I keep you fly? Dolce slides
Bally and Celine (and Celine)
Don't I feed you good? Big steaks
Ain't no Chilly D's
(Ain't no Chilly D's)

Don't I fuck you good? You be
Sayin' you gon' never leave
Don't I talk shit in
Every booth? Patrick Beverly
Found out I'm fuckin' on her friend
Why you mad at me? (Why you mad at me?)

Number eight for Kobe Bryant
That's a tragedy (Goddamn)
Louis V with Dior, yeah, I'm splashin' it
(yeah, I'm splashin' it)
Nigga want a verse for me, yeah
I'm taxin' it (yeah, I'm taxin' it)
Ten foreigns pullin' up, ain't no Maxima
(Ain't no Maxima) told her I just want the
Neck like I'm Dracula (Like a vampire)

F's on my clothes and F's on my tires
Nigga say he be with us, you a goddamn liar
Clan in this bitch, set this bitch on fire
Say she got a nigga
I'ma still fuckin' try her
Layin' with a bad bitch, I ain't even tired
'Wood full of Gushers, nigga
I just need a lighter
I'm already high, I be tryna get higher
In a Lamborghini crawlin' 'round
Like a spider y'all was tryna be like Mike
I was tryna be Myers
I got ten phones, finna drop it to my buyer
Niggas love to copy us, niggas biters
Plain-ass white tee, but it's designer
If she got a bag with some ass
I'ma find her
Searchin' for that gold like a fuckin' 49er