Tekster:
Five Minute Ride Other

gon' get the applause -- Clap clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other

cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Workin around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo Five minutes flat the

' Spotlight cover my body, my chain blindin' A cop light runner, they wanna but can't find him Me and Hovi Hov, out on the same island Took the whip to the other

we go: Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, Twenty-five, thirty, thrirty-five, forty Forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty Sixty-five, seventy, seventy-five

, Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown, Some fools lay it down, then act a clown, Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,

my especiallies, yeah This is especially for you Disrespect a nigga game what kinda referee is you Swallow you slow, make a nigga ride wit the pistols 'Cuz the fakest niggaz ride

where you goin'? Boo I'm checkin' my traps Y'all niggas done shitted and stepped back in it I'll fuck a nigga up all I need is five minutes Swift, and

Other than that I'm driving 'em off in the mail for me Nigga hit me on my hip Back to back Gotta make a St. Rose run Cause lil' one say he got five stacks

brink of divinity, defying gravity Reachin' for infinity Can he be incarcerated by the limits? Stuck, they can't function Caught up in the scrimmage This game called life only lasts minutes