FIFTH GEAR CYPHER

(Slayer)
(Seventh heaven)
Pullin' up, wit' the sticks, do not test me, bitch
Did that ever happen to you? I'm a blessing, oh I
Never stopped, since I started, never resting (Let's go!)
Need no motherfuckin' stylist, I'm a dress king
Uh, huh, huh, wait, uh, I'm a-, shit, shit, shit
I'm a number one bag at the track meet, uh
Once I'm up, then I'm stuck, cannot best me, uh
Once I'm up, then I'm stuck, cannot best me, yuh
Bet, I'm running up, we got knocks, on this ro-roof
Ya'll got lil' blicks, pop rock on the zoo-ooh
Ya'll not rack getters, ya'll not bag runners, huh, huh
I'm making hits, so I might keep rappin' 'til the sun up, yuh, woo

Poppin' the X at 7 gеtting booty back
That bitch she be fine you know shе got a tutu bitch
You better get out the way like I'm Ludacris
Who else you know that's really out here doing this
These niggas smarter than me bitch I'm stupid rich
Different colors on my hunnids that fruity shit
I'm on that crunchy while you're on that Tubi shit
That nigga step up to me then its doobie

Uh, turn me up
Shoot enough of niggas sellin' out shows I bet ya (Woo, woo, woo)
Better watch out for the shooters they out to get ya (Woo, woo, woo)
Better watch out for the shooters they find you I bet ya (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga talking crazy off the 'net I told him, "Bitch, I never fucking met ya." (Fifth Gear)

(Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin')
(Breathin' , breathin', I think that bitch not breathin')
(Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin')
(Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin)

Bad bitch right here
Shawty wanna ride to the shit right here
Thought a cock that you feelin', this a grip right here
On my soul, I'ma run a couple mil' this year
Mad double high up, she wanna fight her, fighting with fire
Came in this bitch with my lighter (Huh, huh)
Running up on me turn him to [?]

Walk in this bitch, niggas