Cactus Boyz CBE - 5 Fingers Lyrics

5 fingers on her ass, yeah, that bitch just got slapped
My finger on the trigger, turn a nigga to a pack
Five pistols in the car, and a choppa in the back
I'm only rockin' with the gang, everybody get back

5 fingers on her ass, yeah, that bitch just got slapped
My finger on the trigger, turn a nigga to a pack
Five pistols in the car, and a choppa in the back
I'm only rockin' with the gang, everybody get back

Get back or get face shot
I'm on fire like I'm laid off
Trap jumpin', yeah, it paid off
Tell the gang we gon take off

We shootin' shit, we don't play golf
Tell them niggas we don't play though
I've hit licks for a bankroll
We shootin' shit, so lay low

They just sent more than five, so you know that we gon' work
Better watch what you post, cause you know that they alert
I remember all them days we was broke and it hurt
I was bummy as a bitch, had to get it out the dirt

Money plays, we on go, I'ma split it with my bro
We gon' double up like Nip we need 60 in a row
Get it bussin', shit jumpin', come and shop at the store
What you need, we got everything, we got it for the low

Pour with me, no stripper, but this pole with me
Gang bidness, lame bitches can't smoke with me
Bro with me, you know my shooter, he gon' blow for me
Gang with me, they gon' eat cause they was broke with me

Turnt nun into sum, lil' bitch, I'm tryna hustle
Bitch tryna wrestle, I ain't really with the tussle
Get yo ass together before I put you in a puzzle
It's strictly only bruddas give a f*ck if you my cuzzo

Five fingers on her ass, yeah, that bitch just got slapped
My finger on the trigger, turn a nigga to a pack
Five pistols in the car and a choppa in the back
I'm only rockin' with the gang, everybody get back

Five fingers on her ass, yeah, that bitch just got slapped
My finger on the trigger, turn a nigga to a pack
Five pistols in the car and a chopper in the back
I'm only rockin' with the gang, everybody get back

I can see it on they faces, nigga's goofy than a bitch
Ridin thru the city, I don't need no windows tint
I was playin' with them legos, now I'm playin' with a brick
He a hood trophy but to me, he's just a lick
If it ain't about the money, baby, we can chop it up

One, two, baby I'm the plug
Three, four, niggas on the rug
Five, six, I don't need a hug
Seven, eight, baby I'm a thug

Nine, ten, she just wanna f*ck
President's in my pocket, I ain't talkin' bout Trump
Reachin' for my chain, you gon' get your ass slumped
Five fingers on her ass, yeah, that bitch just got slapped

My finger on the trigger, turn a nigga to a pack
Five pistols in the car and a choppa in the back
I'm only rockin' with the gang, everybody get back
Five fingers on her ass, yeah, that bitch just got slapped

My finger on the trigger, turn a nigga to a pack
Five pistols in the car and a choppa in the back
I'm only rockin' with the gang, everybody get back