5th To The Sev by TG Crippy Lyrics
[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8
After that take a trip to the gate
Grrah-grrah, boom
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Me and cuzzy gon' spin thru the 8
After that, take a trip to the gates
Hop out, shoot a nigga in his face
Totin' Becky, shit stuck to my waist
All these opp niggas linkin' up
But they still ain't get nobody touched
Told lil' bro "Don't talk, just dump"
Run Down Gang, throw shots, he slumped, like
When I see you, just keep the same energy
Bitch, I'm totin', so how is you blitzin' me?
And they can't name a thing that they did to me
So, tell me why these lil' niggas dissin' me?
45th take him right out his misery
Spin through the Hav tryna catch us a couple Gz
When they see me, them niggas just run from me
Spin through the Hill, yeah we do this shit comfortably
Bad bitch gon' do what I say so
And my niggas shoot shit like KLO
My niggas slidin' like they on a payroll
Freak bitch fat ass like J-Lo
She gon' line you up just for the pesos
Get in, then take it, bitch, I need the bankrolls
Do a hit, get low, then I change clothes
When we spinnin', you know how the game go
Every situation we gon' handle it
If its war, hit it more til' the candles lit
Bullets, they make em' salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see them, them niggas be panicking
If its up then we leavin' it stuck
Hollows gon' hit 'em, tear that nigga up
And I keep a cannon, got it tucked
For them niggas that swear that they tuff
See 30 hit him wit a .30
Function active, come slide and get sturdy
If he jack the Gz, we do 'em dirty
Stay pistol packin', no, we never worried
Mex shootin' got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the Well, and we ready to boom
Stompers they wit' me shaking up the room
They ain't puttin on so how they goons
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
Opps talking, they ain't doin' shit
Why these niggas always on my dick?
Hop out, put a nigga in a spliff
Smoking dead niggas out the zip
Yeah, it's 5th to the Sev, we gon' pop out
Niggas talking crazy, they get knocked out
Fuck that, we don't got to bring the knocks out
Chase pull up, clear the whole block out
Better watch out, cause these niggas talking on the internet but never pop out
Fuck Rah, I roll him, he dead
YGK got hit in his head
Die Oz, y'all heard what I said
OYK, I'm smoking yall dead
On the set, we been flockin' for JB so y'all can stop tapping y'all neck
Tuck your head, nigga, Rah got clapped, and niggas put him right to bed
All my niggas official, so we don't gotta talk on none of the shit that we did
And I'm lit, shawty thinking I need her, I only need her for the spits
Since a jit, I been buggin' and boomin' so why these niggas on my dick?
Got my name in y'all tracks when that shit is wack, y'all niggas just need to get back
Now, lets talk all the facts, who did y'all clap? Why is y'all talking bout straps?
Nigga Mex in a pack, still ain't get back, I just be smoking his pack
Pdot in the back totin' on a strap, if you try to touch me its a wrap That's a fact, got this bitch on my body and she just tryna' let me slap
With the Makks, if I don't got the sitchy, I know the Drip will let it crack
Fuck a hat, I been crippin' since little, alot of niggas know the facts
Where they at? Said he spinnin' on my side, I'm sitting there like, "Where they at?"
[Verse 3: Pdot Sav]
When I up the knocks, they better duck
Cause these pussy niggas know wassup
It's 5th to the sev, I dare a nigga front
I keep clickin', leave him in a blunt, like
We spinnin' the 4s, they be panickin'
Runnin' and duckin', we ain't even blammin' shit
I've been smokin' on Lotti and Dummy
Got poked in that bar, this nigga fell
Talkin' shit that they don't even do
We get back and these opp niggas tell
Had to show these niggas I ain't playin'
I'm dumpin' at niggas any situation
Catch him lackin', then he out of luck
I don't got the gun and I'm fuckin' shit up
And I can't forget about E1
Brodie got locked, he was totin' on guns, gang
Me and cuzzy gon' spin through the 8
After that take a trip to the gate
Grrah-grrah, boom
[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Me and cuzzy gon' spin thru the 8
After that, take a trip to the gates
Hop out, shoot a nigga in his face
Totin' Becky, shit stuck to my waist
All these opp niggas linkin' up
But they still ain't get nobody touched
Told lil' bro "Don't talk, just dump"
Run Down Gang, throw shots, he slumped, like
When I see you, just keep the same energy
Bitch, I'm totin', so how is you blitzin' me?
And they can't name a thing that they did to me
So, tell me why these lil' niggas dissin' me?
45th take him right out his misery
Spin through the Hav tryna catch us a couple Gz
When they see me, them niggas just run from me
Spin through the Hill, yeah we do this shit comfortably
Bad bitch gon' do what I say so
And my niggas shoot shit like KLO
My niggas slidin' like they on a payroll
Freak bitch fat ass like J-Lo
She gon' line you up just for the pesos
Get in, then take it, bitch, I need the bankrolls
Do a hit, get low, then I change clothes
When we spinnin', you know how the game go
Every situation we gon' handle it
If its war, hit it more til' the candles lit
Bullets, they make em' salsa on some Spanish shit
When we see them, them niggas be panicking
If its up then we leavin' it stuck
Hollows gon' hit 'em, tear that nigga up
And I keep a cannon, got it tucked
For them niggas that swear that they tuff
See 30 hit him wit a .30
Function active, come slide and get sturdy
If he jack the Gz, we do 'em dirty
Stay pistol packin', no, we never worried
Mex shootin' got me on the moon (Mexi)
Spin the Well, and we ready to boom
Stompers they wit' me shaking up the room
They ain't puttin on so how they goons
[Verse 2: TG Crippy]
Opps talking, they ain't doin' shit
Why these niggas always on my dick?
Hop out, put a nigga in a spliff
Smoking dead niggas out the zip
Yeah, it's 5th to the Sev, we gon' pop out
Niggas talking crazy, they get knocked out
Fuck that, we don't got to bring the knocks out
Chase pull up, clear the whole block out
Better watch out, cause these niggas talking on the internet but never pop out
Fuck Rah, I roll him, he dead
YGK got hit in his head
Die Oz, y'all heard what I said
OYK, I'm smoking yall dead
On the set, we been flockin' for JB so y'all can stop tapping y'all neck
Tuck your head, nigga, Rah got clapped, and niggas put him right to bed
All my niggas official, so we don't gotta talk on none of the shit that we did
And I'm lit, shawty thinking I need her, I only need her for the spits
Since a jit, I been buggin' and boomin' so why these niggas on my dick?
Got my name in y'all tracks when that shit is wack, y'all niggas just need to get back
Now, lets talk all the facts, who did y'all clap? Why is y'all talking bout straps?
Nigga Mex in a pack, still ain't get back, I just be smoking his pack
Pdot in the back totin' on a strap, if you try to touch me its a wrap That's a fact, got this bitch on my body and she just tryna' let me slap
With the Makks, if I don't got the sitchy, I know the Drip will let it crack
Fuck a hat, I been crippin' since little, alot of niggas know the facts
Where they at? Said he spinnin' on my side, I'm sitting there like, "Where they at?"
[Verse 3: Pdot Sav]
When I up the knocks, they better duck
Cause these pussy niggas know wassup
It's 5th to the sev, I dare a nigga front
I keep clickin', leave him in a blunt, like
We spinnin' the 4s, they be panickin'
Runnin' and duckin', we ain't even blammin' shit
I've been smokin' on Lotti and Dummy
Got poked in that bar, this nigga fell
Talkin' shit that they don't even do
We get back and these opp niggas tell
Had to show these niggas I ain't playin'
I'm dumpin' at niggas any situation
Catch him lackin', then he out of luck
I don't got the gun and I'm fuckin' shit up
And I can't forget about E1
Brodie got locked, he was totin' on guns, gang