PGF Nuk - Five Guys lyrics
[PGF Nuk - Five Guys lyrics]
Gold Haze on the track
Huh, what, we gon' bring 'em out
Ayy, pop up out that cut
Bring them beamers out
Laser tag (Ayy, ayy)
Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out
All the opps be watchin' now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle
We gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot
We crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle
We gon' box him in
Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em
We gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block
Spin the block, then
Spin again
Ayy, foenem sendin' shots
And sendin' shots
And send again
Ayy, we be blickin' shit right up
Keep them switches tucked
Ayy, 59 better not fuck with us
We fuck shit up
Ayy, if they playin' both sides then
They ass gon' both die
Foenem in this bitch, roll our opps
And we so fried
We don't tote 9s
We walk 'round with them 45s
Do a drive-by, those switches fly past
And we cookin' shit right up (What?)
Like we five guys (What?)
But, we ain't five guys
We fryin' niggas like some hot fries
Got a goofy homie
He just tried to pop the guys
Ayy, we don't give no fuck
We treat 'em like the other side
Ayy, shorty tried to run, hit his spine, now
He paralyzed
We don't give no fuck about the opps
They ass stay dyin'
We don't claim shit, ayy
(Huh?) , we don't drop a diss
We ain't talkin' 'bout shit, bitch
We innocent
Ayy, every case got dismissed, ayy
And I never don't miss, ayy
And the opps know who did this
Ayy, foenem tweakin' out
Headshot gave 'em somethin' to think about
I got a switch, he got a switch
We can blick it out
I might call them hitters out, tell 'em
"Come and hit 'em now"
If you want 'em dance, send that bread
It's like fifty thou'
(Fifty thou')
Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out
All the opps be watchin' now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle
We gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot
We crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle
We gon' box him in
Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em
We gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block
Spin the block, then
Spin again
Ayy, foenem sendin' shots
And sendin' shots
And send again
(Send again)
Go, 5900
Ayy, five-nine-zero-zero
Huh, what, we gon' bring 'em out
Ayy, pop up out that cut
Bring them beamers out
Laser tag (Ayy, ayy)
Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out
All the opps be watchin' now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle
We gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot
We crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle
We gon' box him in
Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em
We gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block
Spin the block, then
Spin again
Ayy, foenem sendin' shots
And sendin' shots
And send again
Ayy, we be blickin' shit right up
Keep them switches tucked
Ayy, 59 better not fuck with us
We fuck shit up
Ayy, if they playin' both sides then
They ass gon' both die
Foenem in this bitch, roll our opps
And we so fried
We don't tote 9s
We walk 'round with them 45s
Do a drive-by, those switches fly past
And we cookin' shit right up (What?)
Like we five guys (What?)
But, we ain't five guys
We fryin' niggas like some hot fries
Got a goofy homie
He just tried to pop the guys
Ayy, we don't give no fuck
We treat 'em like the other side
Ayy, shorty tried to run, hit his spine, now
He paralyzed
We don't give no fuck about the opps
They ass stay dyin'
We don't claim shit, ayy
(Huh?) , we don't drop a diss
We ain't talkin' 'bout shit, bitch
We innocent
Ayy, every case got dismissed, ayy
And I never don't miss, ayy
And the opps know who did this
Ayy, foenem tweakin' out
Headshot gave 'em somethin' to think about
I got a switch, he got a switch
We can blick it out
I might call them hitters out, tell 'em
"Come and hit 'em now"
If you want 'em dance, send that bread
It's like fifty thou'
(Fifty thou')
Bring them bitches out
Foenem bring them switches out
Ayy, time to clock 'em out
All the opps be watchin' now
Ayy, if he ain't up in my circle
We gon' box him out
Ayy, Psycho Gang rockin' out, face shot
We crop him out
Ayy, shot his ass from every angle
We gon' box him in
Ayy, if he lookin' just like lack 'em
We gon' shoot his twin
Ayy, foenem spin the block
Spin the block, then
Spin again
Ayy, foenem sendin' shots
And sendin' shots
And send again
(Send again)
Go, 5900
Ayy, five-nine-zero-zero