Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 503, artist - Dropout Kings. Album song AudioDope, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 09.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
503 |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
Pussy, bitch mothafucka |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
You know I’m fluent |
I do it like I’m used to it |
I been boostin' |
It’s always what I’ve just been doin' |
I been Pushin' |
And I know just what I came for |
It’s matte black |
With the custom suicide doors |
Gotta keep it low key when ya ride with me |
We gotta 503 in the 623 |
Gotta maintain my anonymous identity |
I’m like a ghost |
But you can call me «Entity» |
Flash bang, quick to hit the lick just to maintain |
Flash drive, open up a line to the main frame |
No games, I don’t have the time so I don’t play Shift gears, letting go of |
fears and I make ways |
It might be my ADD |
It might be my OCD |
It could be the THC |
I’m pullin' that 503 |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
You know I’m fluent |
I do it like I’m used to it |
I stay cruisin' |
That’s what I’m up in the benz doin' |
I been through it |
I got nothin left to live for |
Dippin out the window |
Cops knockin' at the front door |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
I’d rather swoop a sick whip, and go 105 |
Damn right, this ride or die |
I took it to a chopshop on the lower west side (x2) |
Lost in my thoughts, lost in my ways |
Got my mind stuck on the stage |
Forced into plays |
Got my heart inside a maze |
Goals in my gaze |
If I make it outta here alive, I’ll be amazed |
Half second 0−60 |
Benz testin', add 40 |
Now I’m sippin' a 40 |
And chin checkin' |
Dippin' in the whip, lickety-split |
I’m quick shiftin' shit |
Swift and slicker than oil, I live reckless |
It might be my ADD |
It might be my OCD |
It could be the THC |
I’m pullin' that 503 |
Real shit |
Fuck a 9−5 (x2) |
You know I’m fluent |
I do it like I’m used to it |
I been lootin' |
Got the cops behind the benz shootin' |
Hit the corner |
Crashed the whip |
Now I’m surrounded |
Grab the strap, squeeze the trigger, heart poundin' |
Real shit, fuck a 9−5 |
I’d rather swoop a sick whip, and go 105 |
Damn right, this ride or die |
I took it to a chopshop on the lower west side (x2) |
You can’t see, I’m a fuckin' animal |
You can’t see, I’m a fuckin' criminal |
You can’t see, you’re gettin' too predictable |
You can’t see, I’m anything but typical |