Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SB5, artist - Lil Yachty. Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SB5 |
| I left outta school without momma’s permission |
| They wantin' me dead, they be hoping and wishin' |
| I’m stealing your bags when I’m put in position |
| I’m dressed in all white like a chef in the kitchen |
| Lil Sada Boat baby I robbed and I worked I-dick |
| But I still went and had joined the navy |
| I remember that shoot out in my red Benz had to duck low |
| A bullet almost grazed me that was then |
| But now I’m the type of nigga to aim so right when I shoot I ain’t gotta dump |
| Twelve o’clock and I gotta whip looking for the trunk and you can’t fake the |
| funk |
| Pistol attached to a nigga like breast lumps |
| Light on the black pump |
| Pumpin' on tank three |
| Three in the morning I’m half sleep |
| Nigga, I’m half woke |
| Still aware enough to tell yo bitch I’m an asshole |
| I’m worried 'bout cash flow, income, and getting a bag though |
| I’m through the back door with my main bitch |
| Can’t get caught with my side hoe |
| I got Bape on, baby my low bring them bricks on a high load |
| This bitch only 5'4″ but this throat feel like it’s 7 feet deep |
| She suckin' dick with a blindfold, make me disappear like my weed |
| I’m goin' in bitches guaranteed, left my momma house at seventeen |
| Met my first opp on Evergreen |
| He got dropped with guns he never seen |
| Had murder on my mind then |
| Free YNW Melly |
| I don’t know why you hatin' on me |
| Give me a reason to leave the drake on E |
| Got his bitch cooking steak for me |
| In a Rarri running from the state police |
| Chopper hold a hunnit to say the least |
| Lil nigga 'bout to die so say your piece |
| I know I gotta stay lowkey |
| My granny say she pray for me |
| She know I keep a K on me |
| I’m waiting on a nigga to play with me |
| Bitch I’m a lover and a fighter |
| Keep two sticks on me like Striger |
| Custom vests I ain’t no biker |
| She could stay the night if I invite her |
| For a 88, yeah, that’s the spider, red and yellow like I’m Roddy Piper |
| Give a damn if shawty got a nigga, if the bitch is goin' I’ma pipe her |
| Chopper 'round my back like 8 numbers, 8 numbers like I was at Rikers |
| Pistol snug like it’s in a diaper, bitch with me got Balmain like a biker |
| Bitch, what I want is hard to decipher, and aside from most these niggas liars |
| Austin Powers, Groovy Michael Myers, kill 'em off like Christmas Stomp the Yard |
| This lil bitch right here, she got me hard, she just want the last four to my |
| card |
| Drop her off right there on Boulevard, fucked her once and left the baby scarred |
| She was wearing Fendi leotards, I been cooking whipping Leonard |
| Dicaprio this white boy a star |
| Trappin' out the house and in the car, I just served your spouse up at the bar |
| And you told like the mouse you are, watch your mouth, you snitching from a far |
| Makes no sense, you niggas work with law |
| Make no sense you niggas need a dress, left Vanessa team but still correct |
| Collect 'em back to to back I will collect, I’m the richer man I won’t contest |
| I’m the better rapper, I confess, fucked her now she setting up her desk |
| Fucked her now she organize my clothes, niggas mad I’m sending lower blows |
| Niggas mad I’m fuckin' better hoes, I’m a G and sucking every toe |
| But I flip the pussy like some dough, fuck was on her face like Domino’s |
| (Thirty you a muthafuckin' fool nigga) |