5 Percent Tint On The Whip Lyrics


5 Percent Tint On The Whip Tiktok Lyrics By Lil Baby. Five percent tint on the whip, you can’t see out Ready to set it off, Queen Latifah These ni^^as talk like bi^^hes, see what they be ’bout.

5 Percent Tint On The Whip Tiktok Lyrics

Cook that sh^t up, Quay

I can’t f^^k with shawty, know she’ll tellSlim sh^t, look like Draya MicheleI been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hellShe ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay herI crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a playerConnect the dots then I plug up the scaleIf we get caught, they gon’ give me the chairf^^k the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Ain’t no back and forth with no bi^^hes, this ain’t tennisRolls Royce truck, bi^^h, it ain’t rentedAnd they braggin’ ’bout bi^^hes, I promise we hit ’emI flooded my wrist, let the bros split a millionAt this point I’m heartless I ain’t got no feelingsBuy every building in the hood for my childrenLike a Drake song, got your vibe feelin’ groovyWith no phone, we can make us a movieI ain’t in my bag, I still got my feet outIf we wanted smoke with y’all, you couldn’t be outFree the bros, buy my sh^t off the kioskI’m at the vibe with the spot, this the creep houseLil’ shawty s^^k it like she just took her teeth outFive percent tint on the whip, you can’t see outReady to set it off, Queen LatifahThese ni^^as talk like bi^^hes, see what they be ’bout

I can’t f^^k with shawty, know she’ll tellSlim sh^t, look like Draya MicheleI been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hellShe ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay herI crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a playerConnect the dots then I plug up the scaleIf we get caught, they gon’ give me the chairf^^k the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

Ain’t no complaining, money coming inPut it all up, do it all againFirst you get a mil’, then it’s times tenYoungest out the crew, AMG BenzStand up like a man, take it on the chinThey got consequences in this life of sinLaugh about it, go in Gucci, spend a tenWhen you come home, we gon’ all winGo in any club and make it thunderstorm, this sh^t recklessHe gon’ knock you off with his Rollie onDrive the Rolls Royce like a hotbox, really came from nothin’Only ride with my security because I can’t be armedCan’t get caught with another gunThey gon’ know me when I’m goneThey hear my pain inside my songsIt’s like a switch, I cut it onPills kick in, gettin’ in my zoneDo my job, ain’t see no wrongI’m never talkin’ on them phonesFeds gon’ try to do us wrongMan, they got my ni^^a LongLately I just been aloneMy cup, my strap, this microphoneNobody know what’s goin onJust glad I made it off the roadGranddaddy showed me life is a gambleEver since I been on them diceThey gon’ s^^k it up like a bowl of riceI’ma give it to them ni^^as every time

I can’t f^^k with shawty, know she’ll tellSlim sh^t, look like Draya MicheleI been goin’ crazy, givin’ ’em hellShe ain’t tryna go with me, I’ma pay herI crush a lot, baby girl, I’m a playerConnect the dots then I plug up the scaleIf we get caught, they gon’ give me the chairf^^k the law, make ’em earn what they pay ’em

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