Lil5iveten - #OC! Lyrics

OH-MY-GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
(On bro, I did)
(Rrahh)
Bow, bow
Bow (Where yo' bitch at?)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
(Come get yo' bitch)
She callin' me her man, yo' ho bein' a fan
She love to dance when she with me
That ass gon clap, i'ma lend a hand
And, I don't give a f*ck bout' her man
He want a problem? He'll get clapped with the shit in my hand
I'ma leave a lil nigga stretched, i'll put this shit to his mind and his brain gon expand
F*ck lil bro' thought? He should've stayed on that porch
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts'
I don't f*ck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't f*ck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course
Bitch, I'm a Boss, Rick Ross
Shittin' on niggas, don't get me pissed off
Call me a Pit', big dog
You'll get three to your back like Chris Paul
Lil bro had a big fraud
We had his bank card, we made a withdrawal
Do a hit, can't make sure the pigs saw
I'll put the piece to a nigga like Jig Saw
Them niggas on that? F*ck it, i'm on that
Watch out for that car, i'm on that
We slide, you know where i'm leavin' my phone at
Put the blick right where a nigga dome at
Hit his head now he got a red-toned hat
She a red bitch, I wanna bone that
Yo' bitch love my skin, my tone black
Grrahh
Light up his face, i'ma make shit go black, give a nigga Zes like Kodak
F*ck a quarterback, these bullets i'ma throw that
Leave him the past like a throwback
Baeboy just popped him a M5 Comp', he had to take out the lojack
Cuz' na, he don't wanna get traced by the cops
He said f*ck jail, he ain't goin' back
But i'm on that, i'll off a nigga
Now the cops on the scene, white chalkin' niggas
He'll get smoked then put in a coffin
Then I smoke on lil bro, got me coughin'
Grrahh, i'ma shoot like i'm holdin' a Spaldin'
Nine-to-five, put in work like the office (Bitch)
He wanna be in that water, i'll make lil bro' run like a faucet (Bitch)
F*ck lil bro' thought? He should've stayed on that porch
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts'
I don't f*ck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't f*ck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course
I'm hungry, so i'ma eat up
I got the grip, we can meet up
Time to get busy, I lift the heat up
Two-twenty-threes chop his meat up
Niggas broke, yea they need bucks
Flip me a pack then I reup
Give her strokes, make her back ease up
After i'm done, leave her knees up
Wait, hold up
Fourteen, when I first picked the pole up
Cops took that shit, it was over
Why you talkin' bout shit? You don't know nothin'
They ain't know I had that, I ain't show nothin'
You a lil nigga, i'll make you store run
I had a fifty, uncase it was more of them
Them bullets hurt, them shits tor-ture them
He should've stayed on that porch (OH-MY-GOD)
Brodie gon' shoot, if you swing thru the Courts' (DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)
I don't f*ck with the pigs, I don't even like pork
(I don't f*ck with the pigs, I don't even like pork)
I'ma get me some gold like a medal, I ain't playin' no sports
Bitch, i'm built like a fort
Uh, we see a opp in the way
He gettin' jumped like an obstacle course