Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5 Am, artist - Sha Hef. Album song Krime Pays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Market
Song language: English
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 |