5th To The Sev

[Intro: Gotye & Kenzo Balla]
But you didn't have to cut me off (Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8, after that, take a trip to the Gates)
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love (Grrah-grrah, boom)
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla & TG Crippy]
Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8 (Through the what?)
After that, take a trip to the Gates (Take a trip to the—)
Hop out, shoot a nigga in his face (Shoot 'em in his face)
Totin' Becky, shit's stuck to my waist (Shit's stuck to my waist)
All these opp niggas linkin' up (Linkin' up)
But they still ain't get nobody touched (At all, at all)
Told lil' bro "Don't talk, just dump" (Just dump)
Run Down Gang, throw shots, he slumped, like (Throw shots, he slumped)
When I see you, just keep the same energy (Like, what?)
Bitch, I'm totin', so how is you blitzin' me? (How is you blitzin' me?)
And they can't name a thing that they did to me (At all)
So, tell me, why these lil' niggas dissin' me? (Like, what?)
45th take him right out his misery
Spin through the Hav, tryna catch us a couple Gz (YGK)
When they see me, them niggas just run from me
Spin through the Hill, yeah we do this shit comfortably (OYK)
Bad bitch gon' do what I say so (Like, what?)
And my niggas shoot shifts like KLO (Shit like what?)
My niggas slidin' like they on a payroll (On a what?)
Freak bitch, fat ass like J-Lo
She gon' line you up just for the pesos
Get it and take it, bitch, I need the bankrolls (MB, MB)
Do a hit, get low then I change clothes (MB, MB)
When we spinnin', you know how the game go (Like)
Every situation we gon' handle it (We gon' what?)
If its war, hit it more 'til the candles lit
Bullets, they make 'em salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see them, them niggas be panickin' (Them niggas be panicking)
If its up then we leavin' it stuck (We leavin' it stuck)
Hollows gon' hit 'em, tear that nigga up
And I keep a cannon, got it tucked (Got it tucked)
For them niggas that swear that they tough
See 30, hit him wit a .30
Function is active, come slide and get sturdy (Grrah-grrah)
If he jack the Gz, we do 'em dirty
Stay pistol packin', no, we never worried (No, I'm never worried)
Mex shootin' got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the Well, and we ready to boom (Gang, gang)
Stompers they wit' me shakin' up the room (Suck my dick)
They ain't puttin on so how they goons? (Grrah-grrah)

[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
Opps talkin', they ain't doin' shit (FTO)
Why these niggas always on my dick? (Why they—)
Hop out, put a nigga in a spliff (Grrt)
Smokin' dead niggas out the zip (Dead niggas)
Yeah, it's 5th to the Sev, we gon' pop out
Niggas talkin' crazy, they get knocked out (Knocked out)
Fuck that, we don't got to bring the knocks out (Knocks out)
Chase pull up, clear the whole block out (Bow)
Better watch out, 'cause these niggas talkin' on the internet but never pop out
Fuck Rah, I roll him, he dead
YGK, he got hit in his head
Die Oz, y'all heard what I said
OYK, I'm smokin' y'all dead (Suck my dick)
On the set, we been flockin' for JB, so y'all can stop tappin' y'all neck (JB gang)
Tap your head, nigga, Rah got clapped, and niggas put him right to bed
All my niggas official, so we don't gotta talk on none of the shit that we did
And I'm lit, shawty thinkin' I need her, I only need her for the spits (Bitch)
Since a jit, I been buggin' and boomin', so why these niggas on my dick? (Get off my dick)
Got my name in y'all tracks when that shit is wack, y'all niggas just need to get back (Y'all need to get back)
Now, lets talk all the facts, who did y'all clap? Why is y'all talkin' 'bout straps? (Why is y'all talkin'?)
Nigga, Mex in a pack, still ain't get back, I just be smoking his pack (Mexi)
PDot in the back, totin' on a strap, if you try to touch me, it's a wrap
That's a fact, got this bitch on my body and she just tryna' let me slap
With the Makks, if I don't got the sitchy, I know the Drip'll let it crack
Fuck a hat, I been crippin' since little (Crip), a lot of niggas know the facts
Where they at? Said he spinnin' my side
I'm sittin' there like, "Where they at?"

[Verse 3: PDot Sav]
When I up the knocks, they better duck (You better duck nigga)
These lil' pussy niggas know wassup (Gang)
And it's 5th to the Sev, I dare a nigga front (5th to the Sev, nigga)
I keep clickin', leave him in a blunt, like
We spinnin' the 4's, they be panickin'
Runnin' and duckin', we ain't even blammin' shit (Die 4s)
I've been smokin' on Lotti and Dummy (Gang)
They got poked in that bar, this nigga fell (Grrah)
Talkin' shit that they don't even do (Grrah)
We get back and these opp niggas tell (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Had to show these niggas I ain't playin' (Damn)
I'm dumpin' at niggas any situation (Grrah-grrah)
Catch him lackin', then he out of luck
I don't got the gun and I'm fuckin' shit up (I'm fuckin' him up, gang)
And I can't forget about A1 (Grrah)
Brodie got locked, he was totin' on guns, gang (Grrah-grrah, boom)

[Outro: Gotye]
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough