Lil5iveten - #5IVETEENTH! Lyrics

Gang (15th)
15th (Gang, Gang)
Gang (Gang)
(Gang, Gang)
Rrahh (Gang)
You got a grip, then, you better blow
Two shots, leave his head on the floor
They said, "He Wvttz", now, he gotta' go
Smokin' his dead, if you know, then, you know
You got a grip, then, you better blow
Two shots, leave his head on the floor
They said, "He Wvttz", now, he gotta' go
Smokin' his dead, if you know, then, you know
They sendin' bullets, we sendin' out missles
Bitch, when I slide, put a beam on the pistol
No need to run, cuz' you know i'ma hit you
15thgunnas, we comin' to get you
He droppin' his lo', like a nigga won't slide
Fry his socket, put a hole in his eye
Keep it G', if he dissin', he dyin'
Keep tryna spin, but, they never outside
Niggas be claimin' they opps, but, they never gon' spin
Slide once, then, we spinnin' again
Call my Glock "Chucky", we Friends 'til the End
Rib shot, put a hole in his friend
His homie died, he went live, iCarly
Roll him up in a Bob, Marley
Forty got kick like Matt, Hardy
(Forty got kick like Matt, Hardy)
I'm chasin' breesh, carryin' after a bop
The guns that they post on the gram be props
He thought shit was sweet, 'til I showed him the Glock
Tried to run from the knock, but, ran into a shot
We in the trap, finna' smoke with the pop-off
She boppin' cockhead, knockin' my sock off
He tried to play with the set, he get knocked off
I said, "F*ck ya hood", so what nigga, pop off
He Muslim, headtap, we gon' knock off his Kufi
Said, "he gon spin", why the f*ck he shoot me?
With this side bitch, finna' make me a movie
Leg up, from the back, while i'm grippin' her booie
I'm on 15th, niggas know where i'm at
Opp bitch with the gang, gettin' trained in the trap
She with some demons, we smokin' yo' angels, that's probably why she ain't callin' you back
You got a grip, then, you better blow
Two shots, leave his head on the floor
They said, "He Wvttz", now, he gotta' go
Smokin' his dead, if you know, then, you know (Rrahh)
You got a grip, then, you better blow
Two shots, leave his head on the floor (Gang, Gang)
They said, "He Wvttz", now, he gotta' go (Finatic)
Smokin' his dead, if you know, then, you know (Im So Slimee, Die Wvttz)
Aye, C5ivee (On bro')
I'll send a handful, he'll see five (Rrahh)
This thirty would split him like three fives
He run, knock him out his Reeboks, uh
Like, stretch lil bro' in his tank top (Rrahh)
Off a wood, i'm higher than tree-tops
Spotem'? I gottem', he gon' BeatBox (BeatBox)
This package, put him in a big box (On bro')
Grrahh, Grrahh (Grrahh, Grrahh)
Like, he'll get lined, zip-lock (On bro')
I'm brick, she makin' my shit rock
Beat it up, i'm makin her Hips-Hop
Get hit with the blick, make his hips rock
Lil bro' gon' catch him a hip shot
F*ck Fortnite, i'm off a big pot (Big pot)
Hit in his head, lil bro' got a big knot (Big knot)
Like, what? On bro'
I'm stompin' on shit, poutin' (Poutin')
She gon' open her trap
She ain't sayin' no words, mouthin' (Mouthin')
Like, ass got weight, pound it
I get more ass than couches (Couches)
Bro' got a K', probably throwin' a thousand (On bro')
Gun loud, it's screamin' and shoutin' (Screamin' and Shoutin')
He on that court, i'm shootin' two-threes (Bow)
Big drum, shit kickin', Bruce Lee (Bow-Bow)
Bow, i'm tryna shoot, movie (On bro')
Like, you'll get packed, for moving
Make a nigga dance, grooving
I ain't no dummy, the f*ck is you foolin'? (The f*ck?)
Like, bitch, i'm the one (won), you losin' (On bro')
Whip out the stick, i'm tryna glue him
Gang, Bitch (Bow-Bow)
Slide once, then, we spinnin' again
Call my Glock "Chucky", we Friends 'til the End
Rib shot, put a hole in his friend
His homie died, he went live, iCarly
Roll him up in a Bob, Marley
Forty got kick like Matt, Hardy
(Forty got kick like Matt, Hardy)
(15th, 15th)