B$G Intro

[Intro]
You have your bip on you?
'Cause if you ain't got no bip on you, I ain't hangin' out with you no more, bro
Please stand clear of the closing door
Going up
First floor (Ayy)

[Verse 1: P4K]
This P4K, you can call me another day
A hundred somethin' rounds we dumpin', left his body by the lake
You tried to save him, but you couldn't, filled his body up with lead
I got dread shottas that be trippin' off meds
They said fuck this game, cross the 5 and we'll pop you
You don't take a couple straps, a couple shooters just to find you
Bust it down and bag it up, he in the hood, I gotta find him
I done bust my wrist down, but them bullets probably done blind you
Them K shells rocked his snipe, I got gang unit tryna find him
Know when it's up and it's stuck, I'm the center, always dividin'
You got a switch and a stick on your gun, but you ain't gon' shoot it
If we catch him, then we got him, he ain't exchangin' no gunfire

[Interlude]
Going up
Second floor

[Verse 2: EKillaOffDaBlock]
Y'all don't be pullin' off the block, I'm finna turn 'em up
I heard your mans up in this room, we finna burn him up
Don't ever think you finna cross the 5, yeah, we'll touch you up
Them goons slidin', they hit your block, sound like a party bus
My rude side get hella angry when I ain't got no bucks
Don't choose sides when you ride, man, I ride because we move as one
They don't really want no problem, 'cause we gon' do it up
Brodie said if he hot he might just shoot him up
I'm on stackin' mode, when it get ugly, I'm finna rob my unc'
I'm finna boom, I try to spit it super-fast, I gotta stop and pump
You say you in that one bag, okay, that's not enough
I'm drivin' fast, I'm on a roll, finna chase this bag, feel like my pockets bustin'

[Interlude]
Going up
Third floor

[Verse 3: 5Much]
I know you heard of me before, but I'm the MVP
I like sweepin' niggas' blocks, I got OCD
Cooler kit on my Glock, sometimes it overheat
I shoot for three, don't alley-oop the ball, sometimes I play for keeps
Ballin', slidin' with the Glock, they call him Pistol Pete
Sometimes I creep then I crawl like I'm Eazy-E
Your man's baby mama stuck, she want a piece of me
She watchin' BSG big all on her TV screen
Them niggas copyin' our style, they [?][2:00]
That paper make [?][2:03] and make that nana cream
It's real Air Forces in this bitch, I ain't got no space for Yeez'
Sick nigga, I can blow a bag every time I sneeze

[Interlude]
Going up
Fourth floor

[Verse 4: Top5ivee]
Top5ivee be the name, but you already knew that
Still thuggin' in the field, ten toes, I'm still in the set
I need a big bag, Rolls truck with a couple sticks
I like my bitches bad, when it get real, she in there pullin' skits
Sippin' on this drink, words slurred when I take a sip
Bro, I almost hit the curb in the coupe, I almost totaled it
She like, "Ain't you Top5ivee?" I'm like, "Yeah," she said she noticed me
I'm really in the field, better watch how you approachin' me
I'm thirsty for a kill, finna spark it, then we foldin' him
She like, "Ain't you Top5ivee?" I'm like, "Yeah," she said she noticed me
I'm really in the field, better watch how you approachin' me
I'm thirsty for a kill, finna spark it, then we foldin' him

[Outro]
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