Kayron - 5YRS Lyrics

I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind
Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind
They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype
Some shit that I could never do, I do that shit for mine
They gon' ask who we are, five years later and they know we on top
Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah
Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top
Disstressed on my fashion, got them bitches beggin
Not stressed at all, I know my life gon' be amazing
How you step out with no flair, man, that shit really crazy
Get yourself some swag up, don't step too close ima spray it
Don't step too close, I'ma spray it, 20 for 20, slaying
If the beat is trash, I'll make it by myself, no need for paying
I don't care about no sayings, all I want is payments
I put niggas on like some motherf*ckin' fragrance
I put niggas on like some motherf*ckin' fragrance
I put niggas on like some motherf*ckin' fragrance
You don't wanna mess with me, I'll put you on a Painting
You don't wanna mess with me, I'll put you on a Painting
I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind
Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind
They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype
Some shit that I can never do, I do that shit for mine
They gon' ask who we are, five years later and they know we on top
Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah
Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top
Too much flex like I'm in the gym, you ain't nothin' but a bitch
You ain't got no movement, I move like I'm Usain
Celine, Dior, Chanel, I put it in everything
That's my lil' mama, I swear, that's my lil' thang
Maybach cream seats, you ain't up to this
Forgiato on the wheels, I don't sip no tris
Lame-ass rappers wanna diss me, but I'll rest in piss them
Raise your voice another time and I'ma up the pistol
I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol
Blow your brains out, man, I'ma up the pistol
I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol
Blow your brains out, man, I'ma up the pistol
I got racks, racks, racks, racks, racks on my mind, yeah
Can't leave the function if the gang is left behind
They gon' bend, bend, bend, bend, bend for the hype
Some shit that I could never do, I do that shit for mine
They gon' ask who we are
Five years later and they know we on top
Busy schedule, so I know that she knows I just want the top, yeah
Hop up in that Porsche Carrera, I might drop the top
I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol
I'ma up the pistol, I'ma up the pistol