5 Shots lyrics

[Intro: Max B]
Big up to my boy [?]
It's your boy Max Biggavel, what's good, baby?
Top Boy in the building
Come pun the UK make it rain [?]
SL Kutta, it's your boy Max Biggavel, we got 5 Shots

[Hook: Max B]
Shorty ran the streets then blast 5 shots
Fifth time I seen the cops on my block
Seen the bullet go in his head, the nine dropped
Another n*gga gone, yeah
Baby want a kiss, she tryna taste it
Can’t f*ck with the Don, you to basic
Dom Pérignon got a n*gga wasted
They know a n*gga on, yeah

[Verse 1: SL Kutta]

Grew up in a cell
He got 5 shots and they went to the throat
My neighbour couldn't cope, grabbed a rope
I'm more p*ssed that they cancelled [?]
[?] got the city on thе ropes
From a sweaty [?] to a Ghost
Me and Ghost just say "Mashallah"
Bro, thе had me in the mud
'Cuh they said I was in the car
With a stick bigger than Hezbollah
Lifestyle Shawshank, scrapin' up a floor shine
Livin' what life, I ain't cold, Frank
You ever had a Glock bang
Death or prison, this don't make a bit of sense
f*ck the feds
'Cause it's still free my n*ggas
Cookin' with the killas
Don't @ me
Tell them n*ggas
They was lookin' for the [muted]
And they want to know where the Max B × SL
[Hook: Max B]
Shorty ran the streets then blast 5 shots
Fifth time I seen the cops on my block
Seen the bullet go in his head, the nine dropped
Another n*gga gone, yeah
Baby want a kiss, she tryna taste it
Can’t f*ck with the Don, you to basic
Dom Pérignon got a n*gga wasted
They know a n*gga on, yeah

[Verse 2: Max B]
Let’s start with a mill times five
My n*ggas old school
n*ggas still do drive-bys
Honey top game is up
Chop banged the clutch
b*tches look thirsty
Drops came in punch
Papes came in grape
Case made the papes
Hit you with the thingy
8’s stain your face
This the new disciple
You almost blew the title
Don Cena sawed off blew the rifle
W-12, 600 horsepower
Only in the whorehouse we let the slores shower
50-50 till we recoup towards ours
Plus we own our own masters as discussed
f*ckin' with the Don is a disaster
I can see that you’re scared, your heart beatin' faster
Money under the floor behind the wall plaster
Got my foot in they asses, classic
[Hook: Max B]
Shorty ran the streets then blast 5 shots
Fifth time I seen the cops on my block
Seen the bullet go in his head, the nine dropped
Another n*gga gone, yeah
Baby wanna kiss she tryna taste it
Can’t f*ck with the Don, you to basic
Dom Pérignon got a n*gga wasted
They know a n*gga on, yeah