5 AM (FREESTYLE)

[Intro]
(Exo)
Uh-uh

[Verse 1]
I don't even want the drank if I can't crack the seal
I don't even want the bitch if she don't wanna let me live
I don't even want the Glock if it don't come with (Frrr)
She can come to the apartment, but she can't see the crib
She a hottie, came from Buffalo, but I don't pay her bills
I'm a rapper, but my uncle said, "It's lookin' like you deal"
I'm a shark up in that water, shit, I guess I'm havin' gills
This bitch gon' give me head, she got crazy skills
Told my dawg I'm seein' red like the bottom of her heels
And they was twins, but I ain't trippin' 'bout both of 'em, I won't tell
My shooter heat shit up like grills, I told him, "Bring me a slab of ribs"
I ain't tryna hear no negativity, I'm tryna live
Doggy in the can, he called the same day as my bills
Fuck that shit, I told my doggy that I got him and I did
She's a bad bitch, I might put her in some Prada, but I didn't
I be tryna catch y'all big dogs, I ain't worried 'bout you midgets
My name up in they mouth like menthols, that's why the Drac' keep spittin'
She's a bad bitch, how you hit her?
I'm in the 'Cat, no, I ain't steal it
I got the title to this, but I drive this bitch just like a rental
I ain't stoppin' for the jakes, it ain't in my heart, I can't surrender
And I think I'm your bitch appetite, she ate me up for dinner
Pull up in the Benz with the emblem light, this bitch look like a spaceship
She keep actin' like she a Coke bottle, knowin' damn well she got fake hips
I'm the type, let my play come in and don't even make shit
I'm the type, walk a nigga down and get his face lift
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2]
We back on niggas ass
This shit gon' be a long ride, we got some season pass
You have to get used to the cement, that's why I'm tryna leave your ass
She didn't know I had to serve my plays, that's why I left the class
I had put my trust in you, that's probably why I left the bag
Now I keep my guard up 'cause that fake shit never last
I'm tryna leave a whole hundred, so give my dawg an extra mag
Watch for snakes up in your face, they'll slime you out without a mask
Fuck the hook, just bring the beat back
I know I'm hard, I don't need your feedback
He a hoe, can't send the fee back
Workin', nah, they can't see to relax
If they pull you over, turn on my music, then you better flee that
She tryna give me head and want it back, I'm like, "I don't need that"
Come through niggas blocks 'cause they been loafin'
And my dawgy, he like Shaq and I'm like Kobe
I sent my niggas to your lo', and it was ghost town
I don't know who to trust, I'm movin' safe, so I don't go 'round
You ain't in this shit here by yourself, they took us both down
Pussy niggas tryna hang around the gang, can't throw the rope around
You can come to the airport, but this shit look like a grow house
I need a hundred mil' up out this rap shit 'fore I go out
I don't even like this fit, so I bought a new one, cost me four thousand
My pockets lookin' pregnant, I took a picture, call it ultrasound
My momma said, "You been a genius, but slow down, 'cause it's low down"
Even though you chillin' with them other folks, that shit was low down
But we gon' make it rain on niggas block, make it pour down
Oh, he a rapper, and you want smoke? Clear the show out
I don't feel like makin' interactions, so I don't go out
Lately, I been stressin', I can't even grow my 'fro out
Damn