5%

Hrrr, hrr hrr, hrr
[Intro: Ladé]
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah, aye, aye

[Chorus: Ladé]
Yeah
Hop out that Escalade my bro here tappin' shit
My bro up in the cut you know we runnin' shit, like yeah
Bitch blowin' up my phone right now, I ain't havin' it
See this cash up in my hand, I bet she'll let me hit, like yeah
Cruisin' through this bitch in 5%
You'd do anything for a name, that shit don't make no sense, like yeah
Niggas be callin' her phone like girl who you be with
Got designer on my body this shit cost more than a arm

[Verse: Ladé]
Wrong page, you on the wrong page
She wanna know my name, I can hit that ho for days
This bitch is twice my age, ain't never said my age
I'm just tryna get paid, she tryna pull up where I stay
Ain't never told no lie, she wanna leave I told her bye
I'm tryna count up and live life
You tryna be somethin' that you not

Like what you need, that's what I got
I'm outside even when it's hot
Count that cash don't let it rot
Count that cash don't let it rot
Aye

[Chorus: Ladé]
Yeah
Hop out that Escalade my bro here tappin' shit
My bro up in the cut you know we runnin' shit, like yeah
Bitch blowin' up my phone right now, I ain't havin' it
See this cash up in my hand, I bet she'll let me hit, like yeah
Cruisin' through this bitch in 5%
You'd do anything for a name, that shit don't make no sense, like yeah
Niggas be callin' her phone like girl who you be with
Got designer on my body this shit cost more than a arm

[Verse 2: Glizzxen]
Yeah, every day with the same gang
Niggas ain't goin' to sleep, I'm going insane
Nigga keep droppin' that bullshit, I ain't hear a thing
Ask me if [?], watch my mood change

Niggas steady cappin'
Ain't livin' what they rappin'
I cut niggas off and now they askin' me what happened
I just robbed a show with the gang, they come look through backend
My lil bitch a 10, and it's thick, shit ain't classy

Hrrr, hrr hrr, hrr
I smoked since a kid I know I'll be like this
Everybody tryna make friends I'm tryna ice my wrist, like uh
Why these fuckniggas hatin' shit don't make no sense
Ride round in the city in a foreign whip

Foreign whip, tinted whips
5%, I'm ridin' with extended clip
Told my bro keep gunnin', shit won't ever end
[?] them
Riding with no ceiling when I'm coming through
Hoe decide to give me [?] so comfortable
I can't let nobody see me vulnerable, aye
Bitch I'm with the klan, we don't follow rules

[Chorus: Ladé]
Yeah
Hop out that Escalade my bro here tappin' shit
My bro up in the cut you know we runnin' shit, like yeah
Bitch blowin' up my phone right now, I ain't havin' it
See this cash up in my hand, I bet she'll let me hit, like yeah
Cruisin' through this bitch in 5%
You'd do anything for a name, that shit don't make no sense, like yeah
Niggas be callin' her phone like girl who you be with
Got designer on my body this shit cost more than a arm

Arm