Rossi - 5th Wheel lyrics

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Rossi - 5th Wheel lyrics

These n***as won't hold me back These n***as won't hold me back Check your sources check your facts You lames get no respect In wrap I pull up in that extra black Baddest b**h right next to that Driver seat she ride with me I probably won't text her back Writing on my iPad, stunting on your jive ads n***as broke down on the road, I just drive past Extra slow, extra smoke, these n***as is extra broke All about my green so I always eat my vegetables It's that extra special flow, young extraterrestrial Young but I'm professional, don't believe me, stress with no Hbk this gang I'm so dangerous with all these chains I blow Don't chip off no wrist, because these hoes is interchangeable They know me every place I go, I be on vacation So much like I'm retired man I'm higher than a plane could go Cliché I know, may I go, more in debt, stucy sweats Gold teeth, Olympic 6's, I don't taking winning steps I been a threat, since the 6th grade, n***as get paid in the rich, moved out, but I still remember it Too legit, hammer time, puff hat, camouflage Run the game, damn I'm tired, turn me up, amplifier Hotter than a camping fire, Cannabis to mary bilge, plenty Giving fashion tips, slim fits, over skinnies I don't wear no griffied, yeah I got a afro Like the black folk in the 60's Tell me if you with me, maybe we go further Eating n***as beefing, I ain't never had no burger Waiting on that merger, fin to get that cake All these hoes screaming for me like a n***a drake n***as hating on me, they act like a n***a fake See a n***a eating, try to steal off of my plate My feet clear coming Drop down, riding round, everyday I hold it down We don't do no fronting, now no baking on my drive now Drop down, riding round, everyday I hold it down We don't do no fronting, now no baking on my stop now.