5 Fingers (feat. Gunny H, Y.Duce, Moe Bentley, Plat, Gunna Da Demon)

Look, runnin' through the field, Johnny Gill I got bitches on me, Navy SEALs swimmin' in the water I don't need an army, but I got an army Cousin Barney, bitch, my gang is gnarly Speedin' in the foreign, pussy good Think her name is Lauren, math in the bag Tom Brady, I got Patrick on me, 45 rails Cop killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard Rollin' like McGrady with a .30, bro, I'm number one Niggas play tag and get hit, bitch, I'm Steve Young We been sellin' coke, young, no Vans, Cummins, and one Your hood full of grandsons, I'll beat them if they act dumb Fifty niggas in the booth, that'll bust your head You gon' die if you try to fuckin' take this bread Get that hot shit in your chest, just like cancer I take your fuckin' soul out your body, shawty slams ya I run this rap shit hands down, 630 You niggas don't want no dust, I get dirty Watch a nigga zone out from a shot to the head Now he on the floor swigglin' like a worm when he dead Life's a bitch if she on 5 time, give her a lung job Soft squares, yellow as tape, who need a SpongeBob Put your hand down, dawg, that question was rhetorical But you can get a slab of platinum, Sidewalk, Gorilla Glue Stay at home, dad, white girl, dishing them grams out City of the spitters, I just wanna stand out Blind nigga killin' shit, I'm already different Breakin' down this sweet shit, I'm hip-hop insolent A-Low incident, Big 4 fifthin' it With all the drinks, sniffin' the perk You niggas impotent, stay up, go hard Yeah, that's what this shit take And I'ma use this opportunity to spell my mixtape I-M-P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N-S, that's the fingerprint Every track, northside hip, H-O-P-E One of the ten best, let the ball bounce I prefer my kids be traumatized Seein' me shoot you in your face, rather you punchin' me in mine Sixteen hundred, sophisticated crime They said it's wartime, I gotta drop a bomb Front line, fire in squad, flame them arsonist lines You niggas playin' both sides, D-I-N in this prime That's why I fuck with Lil Baby, no doubt if she gon' ride Body like a Mercedes, known to drive a nigga crazy On my job and my grind You couch potato, lazy, need chips, don't laze me Thousand dollar chips, drop shit, Dilla, lay me Drip sauce on the bitch, let her catch all these babies For a bitch, nigga, lay me Gang gang, back to the eight balls Dime sells, so I take off Q-P, that's a baseball Bring two pistols to the face off Cut the coke, but I stay raw All the dogs eat, that's straight law Get a pound, check an eighth off I scream, fuck niggas more than Adolph Like eight, I took a break off I'm a poor worker, but a great boss Tell a eat a dick, that's skate off Wolves with me, I'm a straight dog Rope, rope, break everything Never act for nothing, take everything I could never get a game of wet and rain But I love the sound when this desi rain, gang