Five1

(Damn Smith, Damn Smith) 51 gon' make your hoe f*ck somethin' Scrap with the Desert Eagle, try me, I'll flip somethin I can't trust him, that boy, he a broke victim I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, watch my hood fuckin' lift up She givin' me deep throats, damn lil' mama, she got the hiccups All of them flavors, I'm kickin', it like the World Cup I'm missin' all these different sauce, my words start twistin' up Hit in the car real fast, I got the horse and tell him, get it up I been gettin' money, I ain't worried about shit else I'm in the foreign, I'm smokin' on top shelf Way too much seasonin', I'm a master chef Look him in his eyes and I know he'll tell I'm slime, I'm slick in the gel Trey Fiverr, sit on the hill Baguettes on my neck, hell Chevelle, same color as Yale Clint Chopper, Keenan and Kel Silencer on that bitch, don't make a sound 51, gon' make your hoe f*ck somethin' Scrap with the Desert Eagle, try me, I'll flip somethin I can't trust him, that boy, he a broke victim I'm puttin' my foot on the gas, watch my hood fuckin' lift up She givin' me deep throats, damn lil' mama, she got the hiccups All of them flavors, I'm kickin', it like the World Cup I'm missin' all these different sauce, my words start twistin' up Hit in the car real fast, I got the horses, tell him, get it up