Mack Maine, Birdman - 5 In The Morning lyrics

No matter what I try to do, I can’t do right
The other day I jacked a
Hot pickle and fruit stripes
Then me and my niggas stole 2 bikes
Then we went on like 2 flights, no plane
I’m talking ‘bout the night hustle
Me, myself I flex my muscle
I ain’t really tryina tussle
See that thing will prolly bust you, brat!
And I know the cops tryina bug you
I hope your shit ain’t tapped nigga
And I hope you ain’t wearing a wire
Pour some water on him, electrify him
Set him on fire
If a nigga playing with me and my people
See we don’t play tho
Niggas think that this just a game
It ain’t no play tho, but I mold you
Scold you fold you like clothes dust
Straight out of the drier
Then puff some trees to get higher
Shit, niggas know they Carey like Mariah
Kids that ain’t theirs on they taxes
Shit, y’all niggas acting like actress
Y’all don’t know Beatrice
That’s my uncle from the city nigga
B32 too nigga
You understand? Do your history
Your research
Fuck around and they gonn prolly
Have to call a reaper
Your face on the t shirt
Now you restin in peace boy
Playing around with us
This shit could get hot like grease boy
Fly over the greece boy
Money get increase boy
Get it straight like the criss boy
Pullin up in like retards
Get under your skin like a keylord
The only alphabets we cool with
Is the d boys, and deep boys
You ain’t the man nigga, you’s a decoy
Yous’ a lookout, you eating off of them
When the birds come in, you
Never ever see em, mula
You ain’t the type that’s tryina
Get the bands up BM
Niggas that be langing on my
Nerves like my BM
Hang em up in the lame nigga museum
We quick to zim, put em to sleep
If they playin round with me and my niggas
Yeah we quick to creep
Yeah we come through 30 deep
And 30 cars, prolly got like 30 broads
Knock off 30 boys, tryina play around with
Me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my rich gang
You tryina play around with me
And my, me and my, me and my
Me and my rich gang
Prove you’s a bitch maine
Fucking with the young stunners
Nigga you fucking with the young stunners
Nigga you fuck around with the rich gang
We prove that you a bitch mane
And have your mammy picking out
Your funeral fit mane
Stop fuckin with it, before we spit a bit
Do you in, hit you up with the mac 10
You and your can, shouts out to mac 10
Nigga that’s my nigga
Make a nigga do a backspin
If you play with Jack Dem
Me and my rich gang
You got me fucked up with my rich gang
Ain’t nothing for us to proove
That you a bitch mane
Playing around your mom will be
Picking your funeral fit mane

Uptown rich nigga
Come from the slums with it
This nigga there, I see you nigga
We ouchea getting it
Mastermind this whole game plan
This money poppin off the floor
It’s yo room floor
Marbles floors and chandeliers nig broke
20 on bitches, ya heard? Leggo
Call game stupid this game is stupid
Money game to the ceiling
Grind no end, it’s just life
Flashy lifestyle every day
Hundred in the right pocket scrap under
Livin life bring the bottles