araabMUZIK - 5 and Better lyrics

[Produced by AraabMUZIK] I keep somethin' bad, I'm supposed to Hoppin' out with loafers on Your chick's 44-inch hips, hold the toaster for 'em My G ways got a (?) You spend your days on a sofa, I'm car, jet and boatin' on 'em I roll plenty deep You get drunk, let the Henny speak I get jumped, I'll let the semi leak I'm very cheap, but I still fly every week Get high everyday, marijuana heavyweight n***a I stunt (inhales) And I ain't offbeat, I took a hit of the blunt You know the, bigger the inside, the bigger the trunk The bigger the problem, the bigger the pump Get slumped, chump We don't mix, you a shrimp to a soldier Like oil and vinegar, or Batman and Joker The new nine will poke ya You pop your head out your pop, I pop in and out the bank My bread out the box I show up late, 80,000 dollar watch You a hater, join the club sh** done line around the block I need houses by the dock, and a Bentley to flip flop You know I was a (?) when you met me, b**h stop I'll expose you, blow everything up Tick tock, do you n***as like G-Money did to Chris Rock Show up in the Martin, make ya b**h lip drop Light the whole f**in' park up, bottom my Zip Loc You want zip off, young fly thing tuggin' my zipper The stars came out tonight, but I'm the Big Dipper Hundred bill tipper, real n***a, a steel gripper Heel lifter I'll lift your spirit outchya body I'll be probably, shotty, every color (?) Maserati Or Ducati, Bugatti, step lively you snotty Arturo Gatti with the punch Let 'em fly, hear the crunch Bring 'em all out, they be my lunch I buy thousand-dollar shoes, wear 'em once I front, I came a long way from sharin' blunts I'm smart, but that don't mean look to me for the answers He can't wipe his own a**, leave him in pampers These n***as ain't good rappers, they good dancers This sh** I know you can't learn on campus Answers for bulletholes, chances and strip poles Chick keep your lips closed, on anywhere the dick goes I'm a walking compliment, you won't get those All my n***as schizos, and tuckin' it for sh** froze Now watch how I switch flows I bag your girl and make her tip-toe, all in and out the whip low For dick bro I ain't cuffin' a chick though I'm here and there, air is clear Know you're near up in the lair Money to the ceiling, yeah Until the day I return I'm leaving you with another 50, enemies burned