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Lil5iveten - #3.5! (feat. Lil5iveten) Lyrics



Lil5iveten - #3.5! (feat. Lil5iveten) Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Raw ]

Grrahh
Rrahh-Rrahh
Rrahh, Rrahh-Rrahh (Mm-mmm-mm)
Bow, Bow-Bow (Mm-mmm-mm)
Bow, Rrahh-Rrahh (Aye Raw? Lemme' hit that 'Tron
(Damnn, Grrahh)
Lil5iveten-Lil5iveten (Uh)
I'm 'bout to spit these rhymes
Aye, Raw? Lemme hit that 'Tron
Off a wood, I'm out my mind
3 .5, this shit ain't a dime
Bitch, I'm the bomb, tick-tick
Lil5iveten, you know I'm the shit
Wait, I'm 'bout to go on this shit
We swing thru, tryn' blow up the strip
We swing thru, start throwin' and shit
You swing thru? We throw at the whip
Big ass bullets, put holes in the whip
5 .56, start blowin' up shit (Bow-Bow)
Damnn
Fye'-fye'-fye', get hit in ya' mitt (Bow-Bow-Bow)
Heh-hehuh
Fye'-fye'-fye', I'ma empty the stick (Bow-Bow-Bow)
I wanna spin like give him some more of that shit
Hit his body, he dropped to the floor
We kick thru yo' door, B&E thru the dresser
I got a glock, no, it's not a Beretta
It get cold, pro'bly keep you a-
Uh, uh, uh, better keep you a sweater
F*ck all this shit, I'm just tryna get rich
These bullets come fast, you better move quick
Lil5ivee in the back, more dangerous, bitch
I got a .2-3, laser, and a switch
You play dead? End up in a ditch
I see a opp broad day? I'ma flip
Come to the West? You better be gripped
Don't got ya' grip? Then, you gettin' whipped
You gettin' packed
We got them sticks, we in a bat
We spot one? he gettin' attacked
Get hit the bat, if he try to run, home
Wait, I let the gun go-
Bow, he goin' up with bro' (Bow-Bow, Bow-Bow)
Told shordie, just jump out the V'
Headshot, that lil nigga face on a Tee
Like, I wanna shop on the B'
I ain't doin' no runnin', they fast on they feet, tell bro' "Go get em!"
We in a all black double, this shit not a rental
B-Nas tote glocks, you know, he official
Like a Banana, you know, we gon split you
(Like)
Oh, he said that he grape?
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get shot in ya' face
I wanna spin, broad day, with a K'
(Like, I wanna spin, broad day, with a K')
7 .62s, they stuffed in the Drac'
5 plus 5 equals 10, so they give him a 10
Got sparked up, right in the wind
I see a opp? .9, I'ma send
I see a opp? Glock kickin' like Ken
I don't wanna Street Fight, I got the Gen5
Bro' got the Drac', call him a "6God"
No Handshakes, put him Up like a High Five
He want beef? I'll pull up with Five-Guys
(The f*ck?)
(Mm-mmm, I'll pull with Five-Guys)
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Grrahh
Rrahh-Rrahh
Rrahh, Rrahh-Rrahh (Mm-mmm-mm)
Bow, Bow-Bow (Mm-mmm-mm)
Bow, Rrahh-Rrahh (Aye Raw? Lemme' hit that 'Tron
(Damnn, Grrahh)
Lil5iveten-Lil5iveten (Uh)
I'm 'bout to spit these rhymes
Aye, Raw? Lemme hit that 'Tron
Off a wood, I'm out my mind
3 .5, this shit ain't a dime
Bitch, I'm the bomb, tick-tick
Lil5iveten, you know I'm the shit
Wait, I'm 'bout to go on this shit
We swing thru, tryn' blow up the strip
We swing thru, start throwin' and shit
You swing thru? We throw at the whip
Big ass bullets, put holes in the whip
5 .56, start blowin' up shit (Bow-Bow)
Damnn
Fye'-fye'-fye', get hit in ya' mitt (Bow-Bow-Bow)
Heh-hehuh
Fye'-fye'-fye', I'ma empty the stick (Bow-Bow-Bow)
I wanna spin like give him some more of that shit
Hit his body, he dropped to the floor
We kick thru yo' door, B&E thru the dresser
I got a glock, no, it's not a Beretta
It get cold, pro'bly keep you a-
Uh, uh, uh, better keep you a sweater
F*ck all this shit, I'm just tryna get rich
These bullets come fast, you better move quick
Lil5ivee in the back, more dangerous, bitch
I got a .2-3, laser, and a switch
You play dead? End up in a ditch
I see a opp broad day? I'ma flip
Come to the West? You better be gripped
Don't got ya' grip? Then, you gettin' whipped
You gettin' packed
We got them sticks, we in a bat
We spot one? he gettin' attacked
Get hit the bat, if he try to run, home
Wait, I let the gun go-
Bow, he goin' up with bro' (Bow-Bow, Bow-Bow)
Told shordie, just jump out the V'
Headshot, that lil nigga face on a Tee
Like, I wanna shop on the B'
I ain't doin' no runnin', they fast on they feet, tell bro' "Go get em!"
We in a all black double, this shit not a rental
B-Nas tote glocks, you know, he official
Like a Banana, you know, we gon split you
(Like)
Oh, he said that he grape?
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Get shot in ya' face
I wanna spin, broad day, with a K'
(Like, I wanna spin, broad day, with a K')
7 .62s, they stuffed in the Drac'
5 plus 5 equals 10, so they give him a 10
Got sparked up, right in the wind
I see a opp? .9, I'ma send
I see a opp? Glock kickin' like Ken
I don't wanna Street Fight, I got the Gen5
Bro' got the Drac', call him a "6God"
No Handshakes, put him Up like a High Five
He want beef? I'll pull up with Five-Guys
(The f*ck?)
(Mm-mmm, I'll pull with Five-Guys)
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Writer: Abdullah Bey, Jeremiah Kamara
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Lil5iveten
Featuring: Lil Raw
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Abdullah Bey, Jeremiah Kamara

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