Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G5 , by - Fred The Godson. Release date: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
G5 |
| Fred The Godson |
| Yo Nas signed me I’m with God’s Son |
| I’m fly like a G5 |
| My chrome MAC cost a G, 5 |
| I mack like a G, 5 |
| Out of 8 bitches here, I could G 5 |
| What up Blood? |
| Tell that nigga I’m a G, 5 |
| I got Crips on call for a G 5 |
| Benz truck, coming in a G5 |
| TBM Blockwork, that’s how we ride |
| I bought a watch off these sumo bars |
| I show the band in my videos, Bruno Mars |
| You know God, I skip to the whip |
| Reverse then draw fours like Uno cards |
| The city hard, oh well check 'em |
| You can die here like Odell Beckham |
| Cooking in the kitchen he cheffing |
| Razor blade sitting in the key, ref calling 3 seconds |
| It’s evidence Fred |
| Crew move weight that’s definite bread |
| That water boy Boucher, residents dead |
| So y’all have to pay like the President’s head |
| This for the block while it sizzle |
| I shoot off the pick, shit I never could dribble |
| The brick little, but got a thick middle |
| Bread always come back sweet, McGriddle |
| I’m fly like a G5 |
| My chrome MAC cost a G, 5 |
| I mack like a G, 5 |
| Out of 8 bitches here, I could G 5 |
| What up Blood? |
| Tell that nigga I’m a G, 5 |
| I got Crips on call for a G 5 |
| Benz truck, coming in a G5 |
| TBM Blockwork, that’s how we ride |
| I’m Raekwon when it come to cheffing |
| This 911 got nothing to do with 9/11 |
| That Porsche remind me of Heaven |
| It’s cloudy blue, off coca I copped the Audi coupe |
| physical even Mystikal know I’m 'bout it fool |
| No limit, them hoes grinning, Dolce Gabbana fitted |
| See that red stripe that mean Prada did it, I gotta spend it |
| Balling in New York like Kenny Anderson or Rod Strickland |
| Talking 'bout that package in my bedroom, my mom listening |
| Fred The Godson, yo Nas signed me I’m with God’s Son |
| Niggas had on the Pelle’s couldn’t afford it tried to rob one |
| with water, you drown pinching bags |
| Almost a quarter an ounce, can’t leave my lawyer with doubt |
| Put collect call to Papi before we called it a drought |
| Hardest out of my city fuck these niggas talking about |
| Baddest bitch in the club, I got shooter walking her out |
| So love Atlanta got me targeting south, Harlem no doubt |
| I’m fly like a G5 |
| My chrome MAC cost a G, 5 |
| I mack like a G, 5 |
| Out of 8 bitches here, I could G 5 |
| What up Blood? |
| Tell that nigga I’m a G, 5 |
| I got Crips on call for a G 5 |
| Benz truck, coming in a G5 |
| TBM Blockwork, that’s how we ride |