5iveski - Shut down (feat. Duski) Lyrics

I told you, alright! I told you
Expensive product I ain't tripping ima cop it all

Yeah This beat wavy on foenem
Yeah
What's the price tag
I'll cop it all

She don't wanna f*ck with me, I'm giving' lock jaw
She want expensive things, ain't no wedding rings
Had her hooked off of one night, just like amphetamines
I'ma chase the bag , yeah, by any means

No, I don't call her my bae, yeah, that's my lil fling
When it come to bodies, we don't know a thing
We just fa, fa, fa, clear the murder scene
I got gas for the low, I got xans, I got work

Last nigga tried, put his ass on a shirt
Never bome in last, 1500, always first
I'ma have to pass, I ain't tryna do no verse
If I get on your ass, we gon' leave shit in a hearse

They sayin' that it's up, so we gon' put it in the dirt
Why they lock my brother up? Man, that shit do hurt
Now I'm hearin' niggas say that they was tryna catch him first
F*ck it put a hunnid on a nigga, make sure that he gone

We the type of niggas creep up at a nigga mama home
Brought the holographic out so I can hit a nigga dome
Ain't no need for no ambulance, took that lil' boy home
I'd be a goofy nigga if I leave without my chrome

That's how a lot of niggas die, ain't no askin' what went wrong
When you go up on that drill, nigga, never bring your phone
I'ma show you how to slide, 1500, set the tone
Ain't no reason to commit treason, yeah, you know whats right or wrong

Yeah, this shit hit like fentanyl, a killin' ass song
We bickin' back, boolin', baby, we got it goin' on
She f*ck with the fragrance, she yellin' money, my cologne
I'ma player , crack a smile when I f*ck her to my song

Now we actin' bad, I hear, honey, yeah I'm home
Now the fragrances then change, yeah it don't smell like no cologne
Don't think it's enough time for you to put back on your thong
Buddy was lookin' crazy, like, what the f*ck goin' on

I don't think he want no static, go everywhere with my chrome
If he twitch wrong, he gon' get gone
That youngin' turn a body to a f*ckin' hit song
I do magic, he was mad, over the pussy, I did him tragic

Now his mama callin', every contact like, what happened
I got mob ties, I'm the type to pay for your casket
We don't do no drive-bys, walk up, let 'em have it
I won't f*ck with wise guys, put him in the basket

He be doin' all that cappin' till I caught his ass in traffic
Heard he servin' them addys, he had them drugs in the attic