5 Am - Sha Hef

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