Polo Redd & Ayyo Blacc - 5am (feat. Timmy P) Lyrics

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Woo, woo, woo
Gotta, gotta
Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose
Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose
Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise
Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood
Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose
Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose
Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise
Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood
I just pull up with that sack, yeah, yeah, yeah
Make em show that stash, yeah, yeah, yeah
Re-up on my fashion, yeah, yeah, yeah
Serve em like Door Dash, yeah, yeah, yeah
Push me my nigga, I start, go, yeah, we set on your mark
Stomping on his head like a march, then slurp up his bitch, cause I'm parched
I just hit it from the back and she arched, that bitch chewing on limbs like a shark
I was in the trap like a Saw game, kicking down your door with these Balmains
Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose
Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose
Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise
Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood
Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose
Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose
Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise
Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood
I got my hoes on these drugs, tapping her nose with these bumps
I pull a whole zip out, with my dick out, tell her blow all she want
And I'm on the road in a hot car, that shit been stolen for months
Tell that bitch, you can hop in the back, cause I keep that pole in the front
I still got that heat on the seat, filling a freak with the meat
She sniffing the G on the creep, ho give me the rest back, you tweaking
I got these bitches set up for the weekend, back after back, I'm a hit em in sequence
They hop on the d like I used to hop fences, pussy be deep like I was in them trenches
I know these hoes on the molly, I know my bro got a body
You faking, posing like Gotti, your paper fold, origami
Still playing them games like Atari, f*ck your television just watch me
I wasn't trained on the potty, I keep shitting on niggas, I'm sorry
Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose
Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose
Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise
Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood
Gotta, blunt for the hoes, gotta, bump for your nose
Gotta, front for the bros, gotta, stunt when I pose
Gotta, truck with the shoes, gotta, pull up and cruise
Gotta, bitch with a tude, gotta, switch up the mood
I got money on my mind, too many hoes on my line
I tell them all I don't own a watch, cause ho I ain't got the time
And niggas be faker than fake, and still come and smile in your face
I keep that heater with me, it keep a nigga in place
All these hoes f*cking with me, nigga that's why you hating
All this paper out here, dawg, that you ain't been chasing
All these chances in the world, dawg, you ain't been taking
I got the juice, blow me like soup
If I call the troops, they all gone shoot
Don't put up your dukes, better hop in your coupe
I got the sauce, I'll knock you off
I'm from the lost, I'm my own boss