Sha Hef - 5 AM lyrics

[Intro] Yeah man it's 5 in the f**ing morning, man n***as f**ing sipped the f** out, throwed off and everything, man I'm off everything right now f** it though, man Grab another pint man, crack the seal on that b**h, man Let's get right we got time left man [Hook x2] 5 in the morning, n***as still mixing sodas Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don't drink on Coca-Colas Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her [Verse 1] Carnot in my soda, whipping up the yola Go and get the gloves and get the ice is what I told her These b**hes say I'm polar but they rolling like a stroller The inf' beam solar, I'm k**ing like Ebola In the kitchen all day, I told you Krime Pay$ n***a I been making plays, I just served another jake Stephen Curry with the K, I go brazy with the yay If you owe me and my peoples money, best you n***as pray It's too late for you to pay, I could flip you with a stray A couple inches from a grave, still whipping yola like a slave Made my soda change color, mix that b**h up, Mr. Clean I just did like 20 shows but I'm still posted with the fiends With that forty in my belt, ain't no holster on my jeans Pull up out yo' momma block and turn it to a murder scene It's that half a brick n***a, with a hunnit round clip Pull up with some sh** so big, look like a hunnit pound stick When I stand the choppa up, look like a hunnit pound b**h Get the f** up out my face or hear a hunnit round spit [Hook x2] 5 in the morning, n***as still mixing sodas Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don't drink on Coca-Colas Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her [Verse 2] Trapper not a scammer, dabbing with the blammer Three zips in my Fanta so my sh** a lil tanner Clipped with the banana, grams stashed in my gramma's Still up in the kitchen, f**ing with the Arm and Hammer Two thousand pills same color as the sky Whatchu smoking, whatchu sniffing, n***a I could get you high What the f** you wanna buy, yo' plug got it for the high I could take three hunnit off it, cook it back up to a pie Billy gang, they down to ride, make the call and they gon' slide Point the finger they gon' sting ya, hunnit bees come out the hive Got a bruvva up in Heaven, got a bruvva in the can 'Fore I lose another bruvva we gon' pull up in that van 'Fore I go broke in these streets, I'ma go flip four hunnit grams Only 20 in my Glock cause I don't want that b**h to jam Turn yo' b**h into a fan, put her p**y in my plans Put my pistol in her purse, I made a p**y out a man It's like 5 in the morning, 'bouta pour another four Think the sun 'bout to come up, but I'm still sipping pour [Hook x2] 5 in the morning, n***as still mixing sodas Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don't drink on Coca-Colas Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her