William Hutson - Five lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Where is the guillotine? Let 'em eat yellow cake Shooter with a nuclear family of k**ers Willing to juice the concentrate Fool it's a sauna, light a fire under your honor They're talking life to a lifer, I'm liking the odds Gimme the water Give her the pill Give 'em the needle Beetle Baileys of this world all getting k**ed someday Say partner, say dog Say what, say what's going on? Pause [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] This is a stickup Stuckup motherf**er come get some Jet some, he floss some flotsam Boss, um, they got salads to toss, um Crosses to burn, um, losses to learn from Collars to turn up A tear the club up thug A juicy-jay on a motherf**er, they cuttin a rug up A cut up motherf**er looking like lady luck So buck up young buck we got bucks like hoes got f**s to give She don't give a f**, sh**, you better not [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Heads high k** em with the k** em with the filament You feeling it? A filibuster filling bust and feeling bust You feel like busting out Bedside manner with some dead eye-candy Apple-red dye fanny-pack, a sack of baby fat'd better back it up Where the titties at? Show that kitty cat Better getting milky with the silky weave Sweating on the satin sheets Rap about it Be about it, be about it Beat it up, the beef is in the freezer But he keep that heater creepin up Shorty boo, baby momma, make it clap Give it up, drop it low Push it, spread it, bite it, k** it, get it get it Throwing paper for the coochie Slapping gucci, rockin gucci Give her gucci, get's the p**y Redder in the bed or in the car Whippin a rolls, rollin a blunt Dick in a ho, making it bump Faking the funk, seizin Partner it's too seasoned f** with a Pimp-C walk, with a little bit of mouth Please turn em out, preach on a soapbox Botox, cold hot, ho watch it [Verse 4: Daveed Diggs] Who gonna f** with the trillest? The building they building down there On the block got no windows up in it Back like it's crack for the roaches and rats Giving daps to the dividends, backhand a b**h in the car Stars are for rappers, the televised trappers This sh** is the realest, that's how come he feel it So hard he will knock it while driving to work And he work on the first and the fifteenth When knox got the check in they pockets He pick it, she lock it, she roll it and drop it The acid is burning the weed Smoke it out, high as a bird from the trees Cali dro, Cali go cataracts, freeze Hands in the sky Dive in and driving the lambo And crying from coming down hard Pulling the card, carrying hood motherf**er, my lord Balls of the word, scriptures is semen, they seeming disturbed Flipping the bird, kicked to the curb Ya hunger with yams to be served