Lyrics 5 Am - Sha Hef

5 Am

Yeah man it’s 5 in the fucking morning, man
Niggas fucking sipped the fuck out, throwed off and everything, man
I’m off everything right now fuck it though, man
Grab another pint man, crack the seal on that bitch, man
Let’s get right we got time left man
5 in the morning, niggas still mixing sodas
Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola
Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don’t drink on Coca-Colas
Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her
Carnot in my soda, whipping up the yola
Go and get the gloves and get the ice is what I told her
These bitches say I’m polar but they rolling like a stroller
The inf' beam solar, I’m killing like Ebola
In the kitchen all day, I told you Krime Pay$
Nigga I been making plays, I just served another jake
Stephen Curry with the K, I go brazy with the yay
If you owe me and my peoples money, best you niggas pray
It’s too late for you to pay, I could flip you with a stray
A couple inches from a grave, still whipping yola like a slave
Made my soda change color, mix that bitch up, Mr. Clean
I just did like 20 shows but I’m still posted with the fiends
With that forty in my belt, ain’t no holster on my jeans
Pull up out yo' momma block and turn it to a murder scene
It’s that half a brick nigga, with a hunnit round clip
Pull up with some shit so big, look like a hunnit pound stick
When I stand the choppa up, look like a hunnit pound bitch
Get the fuck up out my face or hear a hunnit round spit
5 in the morning, niggas still mixing sodas
Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola
Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don’t drink on Coca-Colas
Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her
Trapper not a scammer, dabbing with the blammer
Three zips in my Fanta so my shit a lil tanner
Clipped with the banana, grams stashed in my gramma’s
Still up in the kitchen, fucking with the Arm and Hammer
Two thousand pills same color as the sky
Whatchu smoking, whatchu sniffing, nigga I could get you high
What the fuck you wanna buy, yo' plug got it for the high
I could take three hunnit off it, cook it back up to a pie
Billy gang, they down to ride, make the call and they gon' slide
Point the finger they gon' sting ya, hunnit bees come out the hive
Got a bruvva up in Heaven, got a bruvva in the can
'Fore I lose another bruvva we gon' pull up in that van
'Fore I go broke in these streets, I’ma go flip four hunnit grams
Only 20 in my Glock cause I don’t want that bitch to jam
Turn yo' bitch into a fan, put her pussy in my plans
Put my pistol in her purse, I made a pussy out a man
It’s like 5 in the morning, 'bouta pour another four
Think the sun 'bout to come up, but I’m still sipping pour
5 in the morning, niggas still mixing sodas
Whipping in the kitchen, Arm and Hammer with the yola
Sipping dirty Sprite cause I don’t drink on Coca-Colas
Addicted to the Codeine and the money is what I told her