Lyrics 5 Guys - Zone 2, Carns Hill, Kwengface

5 Guys

And the set up girls tryna do the gang dirty I swear I can’t trust no chick
More than half of the opps I was cool in school with;
I had to burn that bridge
And if it wasn’t AR that slapped it, it was probably Kweng or Max
And if we really go there and attack this, them man will probably still dash
And from kway we been doing backflips, only now they’re talking 'bout cash
And I get these hoes out like trap fit, why the hell do they call me trash?
And we reversed them drive-bys
And we flipped the script, back out sticks, sawn off ting or Ty’s .9
We ain’t tryna get our next off nine night
Pull up on the three O’s with my guys
I’m tryna hit him down with the pound like I came back from 5 Guys
Really show this shit about «my knife»
Let me show this shit, about «sticks»
Black hand ting there 7 in the clip
He ain’t on shit, and he ain’t on piss
But he talks about that, and he talks about this
LR, Kenz, 6ix
AR, Snoop, Kiz (my guys)
I love them fucked up kids and I ride for Denz and I ride for Midge (Max)
I just done a show in Cov'
And I got this light change in my pocket
And bro just got him a new ting
It’s a new shape pocket rocket
If I’m low I’ll suck man’s profit
Had a dot dot way too long no use man I swear that I had to shot it
Just cos a man do music
Don’t mean that we’re washed and stupid
When we Zone 2 step, we’re ruthless
Still got clothes from last year’s bootings
Bro just passed me the skeng
He knows that I’ll do it with rudeness
For bro, man boot it, toot it
Them man slow, and washed, and clueless
I just 2 2 step with bro with a bruck like «How you tryna step like suh?»
Hit him in his chest like uh
Or I just wet him in his neck then cut
Gyally on me like my rammy on me
Gyally want sex no love
I just 2 2 step with the gang or I just jump out and whips one up (ask Mayski)
The opps them lie too much, they came to my block like twice
I came to their block like 2 hours later, denied that suttin got niced
Second time I grabbed my wap, I see man run with their waps and knives
I can’t rate my mans gun game, see me in the flesh and they let shit sky
A friend of a opp is a opp, on my life he can hold that too
If it weren’t by me or Squeezo, then you’re getting ran down by Snoop