Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5200, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song CrasH Talk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Top Dawg Entertainment
Song language: English
5200 |
I done lost money, made it back |
(Two) (Everybody get the fuck out the way right now) |
I just got a burner, where they at? |
(Three) (If you in this motherfucker, make noise right now) |
Car doin' doughnuts in a flash |
(Four) |
Straight like this, I need my money in a bag! |
Oh yeah, I’ve been counting dead men, putting bodies in a safe |
5200, one swipe throw that away |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
I’ve been counting dead men, putting bodies in a safe |
5200, one swipe throw that away, aye |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
Aye, got it on me, if I ain’t got nothin' that matter on me |
Everyone try, who frontin' on me? |
Ain’t no smut, no chatter on me |
Money on me, hunnid on me |
Both got rocks, look better on me |
Spaceship parked, no landing on me |
Wreck my Lamb', don’t need it on E |
Four words I know, yeah 'Fuck all you hoes' (Aye) |
«I do the most,"aye, put that in «es (Aye) |
Diamond on me, jumpin' on me, you know boy skimask mili' on me |
10K fit, put groupie on fleek, d-boy fresh since school in 03' |
Speedrace, top down on E-way, throw it back like replay |
Most of y’all won’t be safe, I came from hard knocks |
Ice, that bring more knots, gang tats and stove tops |
Act like you know us, you punk bitch |
Yeah, I’ve been counting dead men, putting bodies in a safe |
5200, one swipe throw that away |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
I’ve been counting dead men, putting bodies in a safe |
5200, one swipe throw that away (Aye) |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya (Aye) |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
First mili' showed up (Aye) 'Rari gon' go nuts (Aye) |
Jewelry hangs all out (Aye) Bitches gon' call now (Aye) |
Dollars ain’t C-notes (Aye) House on each coast (Aye) |
Glock goes emo (Aye) Porsche sound Debo (Aye) |
Four words I know, yeah 'Fuck all you hoes' (Aye) |
Change whip, dip, splash, ugh |
Slim bitch, all ass (Aye) |
Brew fresh pots I serve |
This my wrist, iceberg |
Real life rich, get curved |
Bitch look fine, still broke |
Bitch, my wrist game woke |
Big bling, wrist got soaked |
I must live my worth |
Chain drip down my shirt |
My block been Iraq |
3 Mil paid my tax |
Yo' shit seized, all bad |
Fill my bag, all cash |
Ah yeah, I’ve been counting dead men, putting bodies in a safe |
5200, one swipe throw that away |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |
I’ve been counting dead men, putting bodies in a safe |
5200, one swipe throw that away (Aye) |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya (Aye) |
Whip, whip, whip 'til it stain on ya |