5X lyrics
by Fat Pat
[Intro: Fat Pat, Pymp Tyte, Both]
Five times to your chest, may you rest in pieces
The punk polices, killing other n*ggas like diseases
Screaming "Jesus" on your knees, please help yo child
No witnesses, no sentences, so f*ck the judge and his trial
[Verse 1: Pymp Tyte]
Light up a blunt for my n*ggas who is dead and gone
In big memories, makin' sure they names live on
I get my hustle on, tryna get rich off of zone
Poke a smoke like Cheech & Chong
Can't be ripped in the stone
Punk, the problem, but the judge is sick and tired of seeing me
Locked me under Stiles Unit, swallow the Master P
But it's all about red shop, killer weed and fat
Not long type of life, it won't stop 'til we reach the top
They say life is a b*tch 'til you learn how to pimp
Many busters built enough to watch them burst like a puma
Keep my mind on my riches, my b*tches on corners
The late reactions 'cause the weed relax my thoughts like a song
[Verse 2: Fat Pat]
As I blow marijuana, I warn ya, crime do pay
Picking my throws, smoking my dope, just like back in the old days
Flipping them 20-inch blades, some n*ggas call them slab-cutters
TVs all up in the headrests on Coach leather [?]
b*tches blowin' up my number on my cele-telle phone
That's why I keep that b*tch alone because I'm never at home
I see a pusher in my zone, player, time to get [?]
Throw a hander out the bag, time to wrap a mean bag
Make his whole family sad
It's the break-a-b*tch grad, late for school gettin' high, sit in the back of the class
Even though I failed Math, I learned the commas through cash
Five times to your chest, I had you sportin' a bloodbath, n*gga
[Chorus: Fat Pat, Pymp Tyte, Both]
Five times to your chest, may you rest in pieces
The punk polices, killing other n*ggas like diseases
Screaming "Jesus" on your knees, please help yo child
No witnesses, no sentences, so f*ck the judge and his trial
Five times to your chest, may you rest in pieces
The punk polices, killing other n*ggas like diseases
Screaming "Jesus" on your knees, please help yo child
No witnesses, no sentences, so f*ck the judge and his trial