Look, them niggas they was hatin' on me, yeah
Them niggas, they was plottin' on me
Them niggas out here playin'
This the 5th Clocc finest
I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama
And for the six, I'm killin' shit, I put that on my momma
On Nine-fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma
You better move proper
And C.I.P to Poppa (woo), you know that's the straight
And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave
And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage
And I don't give a fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (look)
I be sendin' 'bout six shots when we bend blocks
if you talkin' on members
Got it on me, no pretenders
I see the hate in they eyes
And they wanna be with the guys
They can't be one of mines, I'm with Five
And I'm true blue to the skies
My niggas gon' ride, they gon' ride
And I will never testify
(But I'ma still keep a .9)
I see the hate
Them niggas, they was plottin' on me
I seen it, look
This the 5th Clocc finest
I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama
And for the six, I'm killin' shit, I put that on my momma
On Nine-fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma
You better move proper
And C.I.P to Poppa (woo), you know that's the straight
And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave
And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage
And I don't give a fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (look)
I could see the hate in they eyes, tell me what you see (what you see?)
Fever gang, lift 'em up, leave a nigga six feet (six feet)
Pull up in that Bentley truck, and my niggas packin' heat (woo)
Shorty sucked me off, then she threw the tee
I keep them slugs in the toaster (toaster)
If he want a roller
63rd to the hearse man, shout out to my rollers
If I don't got my nina on me, then I grab my poker (poker)
S gang the best gang, nigga don't fuck the code up
This the 5th Clocc finest
I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama
And for the six, I'm killin' shit, I put that on my momma
On Nine-fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma
You better move proper
And C.I.P to Poppa (woo), you know that's the straight
And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave
And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage
And I don't give a fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (look)
Them niggas they was hatin' on me
Them niggas, they was plottin' on me
Them niggas out here playin'
