Xhulooo, SoFaygo - Five! lyrics
[Xhulooo, SoFaygo - Five! lyrics]
(Ayo, this Nick)
I got that motherfucking fire
Got niggas that's banging the five
These bitches gon' tell all they lies
I hear that shit all (Brrah)
I hear that shit all the time (Okay)
I hear that shit all the time
So I can't be surprised
(I can't be surprised)
I wanna tell you the truth, girl
I'm feeling your vibe (Okay, yeah)
That nigga cap on the net
He ain't really outside (Okay)
Beam on the Glock and we up
It now that nigga fried (Ayy, yeah)
Baby it's dark over here don't
Wanna see this side (Okay, okay)
Hop in the motherfucking Porsche (Okay)
Told you thе world is yours
Your feelings gotta abort
Your feelings gotta abort
I put that bitch in Dior
Almost sold out that lil' whore
I got them bands galore
I got thеm bands galore
Get hit with that TEC
Yeah, get hit with that TEC
It's gon' take that nigga neck off
That nigga neck off
Spin around your block, better
Keep your head up, oh
I got that motherfucking fire
Got niggas that's banging the five
These bitches gon' tell all they lies
I hear that shit all (Brrah)
I hear that shit all the time (Okay)
I hear that shit all the time
So I can't be surprised
(I can't be surprised)
I wanna tell you the truth, girl
I'm feeling your vibe (Okay, yeah)
That nigga cap on the net
He ain't really outside (Okay)
Beam on the Glock and we up
It now that nigga fried (Ayy, yeah)
Baby it's dark over here don't
Wanna see this side (Okay, okay)
(What he say?) hop in that 'Vette, yeah
No more coach flights
We finna hop on that jet chopper in my lap
You might get hit in your neck
Dolce on my body, yeah, my fit so fresh
You dig i'm so swagged out
If you want that smoke then we could crash it
You know that if Nick up on
The beat I'm finna spazz out
Glock got a kickback, lil' boy
You get scratched out
D-R-A-C-O, put him on TV like it's Crashbow
Water on my wrist
You can't match with this lil' boy
Talking out your neck about my gang
You catch a fist lil' boy
You probably could get hit
AR leave you split, lil' boy
It really just be me versus
Myself, I feel like Tiller, boy
I got that motherfucking fire
Got niggas that's banging the five
These bitches gon' tell all they lies
I hear that shit all (Brrah)
I hear that shit all the time (Okay)
I hear that shit all the time
So I can't be surprised
(I can't be surprised)
I wanna tell you the truth, girl
I'm feeling your vibe (Okay, yeah)
That nigga cap on the net
He ain't really outside (Okay)
Beam on the Glock and we up
It now that nigga fried (Ayy, yeah)
Baby it's dark over here don't
Wanna see this side (Okay, okay)
I got that motherfucking fire
Got niggas that's banging the five
These bitches gon' tell all they lies
I hear that shit all (Brrah)
I hear that shit all the time (Okay)
I hear that shit all the time
So I can't be surprised
(I can't be surprised)
I wanna tell you the truth, girl
I'm feeling your vibe (Okay, yeah)
That nigga cap on the net
He ain't really outside (Okay)
Beam on the Glock and we up
It now that nigga fried (Ayy, yeah)
Baby it's dark over here don't
Wanna see this side (Okay, okay)
Hop in the motherfucking Porsche (Okay)
Told you thе world is yours
Your feelings gotta abort
Your feelings gotta abort
I put that bitch in Dior
Almost sold out that lil' whore
I got them bands galore
I got thеm bands galore
Get hit with that TEC
Yeah, get hit with that TEC
It's gon' take that nigga neck off
That nigga neck off
Spin around your block, better
Keep your head up, oh
I got that motherfucking fire
Got niggas that's banging the five
These bitches gon' tell all they lies
I hear that shit all (Brrah)
I hear that shit all the time (Okay)
I hear that shit all the time
So I can't be surprised
(I can't be surprised)
I wanna tell you the truth, girl
I'm feeling your vibe (Okay, yeah)
That nigga cap on the net
He ain't really outside (Okay)
Beam on the Glock and we up
It now that nigga fried (Ayy, yeah)
Baby it's dark over here don't
Wanna see this side (Okay, okay)
(What he say?) hop in that 'Vette, yeah
No more coach flights
We finna hop on that jet chopper in my lap
You might get hit in your neck
Dolce on my body, yeah, my fit so fresh
You dig i'm so swagged out
If you want that smoke then we could crash it
You know that if Nick up on
The beat I'm finna spazz out
Glock got a kickback, lil' boy
You get scratched out
D-R-A-C-O, put him on TV like it's Crashbow
Water on my wrist
You can't match with this lil' boy
Talking out your neck about my gang
You catch a fist lil' boy
You probably could get hit
AR leave you split, lil' boy
It really just be me versus
Myself, I feel like Tiller, boy
I got that motherfucking fire
Got niggas that's banging the five
These bitches gon' tell all they lies
I hear that shit all (Brrah)
I hear that shit all the time (Okay)
I hear that shit all the time
So I can't be surprised
(I can't be surprised)
I wanna tell you the truth, girl
I'm feeling your vibe (Okay, yeah)
That nigga cap on the net
He ain't really outside (Okay)
Beam on the Glock and we up
It now that nigga fried (Ayy, yeah)
Baby it's dark over here don't
Wanna see this side (Okay, okay)