5.Am lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, E, this a classic)
(Meech)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
I don't want that b*tch no more, she a gnat
She ain't got sh*t but she actin' like a brat
This bust sold out, I had to hop in the cab
Heard a n*gga say he on my head and I laughed
This sh*t hit twice and they still come and grab it
Smoke on the floor, but we still play in traffic
Yeah, I'm off papers, but I still play with maggie
Yeah, you tote guns, but your ass still scary
Thirty-five for a white bird like Larry

[Verse 2: Wanski]
I'll get that bag right to you if you ready
n*ggas broke, n*ggas pourin' light sh*t, n*ggas petty
Started off light, now I'm heavy
n*ggas out here tellin' on they people, sh*t scary
A hundred for a gram, get forty for a berry
These n*ggas undercover, pointin' fingers on they fam
I don't understand it, I just made ten thousand and rubberband it
Wanski come through sprayin', spray the whole crew
I just sold his ass hit, there was no juice
You would be surprised what I go through
Runnin' through balls, but I don't hoop
[Verse 3: Veeze]
My brodie in the ten with the igloo
You would be surprised what your b*tch do
Took a chunk out his ass when we slid through
My lil' homie pay for one, but I give him two (Meech)
That's because I know what he been through
I got your b*tch with me and she gon' miss you
I'm blowin' through the paper like it's tissue
My face gettin' hot, that's why it's essential
n*ggas think we ain't competition
I got money for the beef, callin' chicken
My n*gga Ray told me that I'm gifted
I'm chargin' two thousand for the lyrics