Songtexte 5AM - Nickk feat. QB Kalo

Eight fifteen were hopping in the booth, about to get it going
We been sipping on that fireball these shots we get to throwing
Back in high school I was making vape juice really had it flowing
I don't like when bitches start to disrespect that's when I ghost them
I matched your bitch off an app I fucked her ass last night
But I hit the dash I told you baby this the fast life
Run the money up, make it up for all them bad nights
They try to measure wealth, so I hit em with the gas light
Hit the fucking gas about to dash and just fly past
You all be acting fake like those machines with the eyelash
I hate a bitch who try to hide your phone like don't type fast
Treat the opps like bowling pins a cobra I strike that
I'm moving with the stealth, pop up they wont see nun
Thermal sight on the pipe I'm like the ghost of recon
Taking goofy shit like hold up let me see sum
I'm too skilled to work a job you're clocking in you peon
I've been working for myself, entrepreneurship
You all be posting shit up on the gram but don't be doing shit
Said that you were trapping all those P's but your not moving shit
About to take your bitch out to the floor and now she moving it

You smoking za za, I be moving it
Said you made a ten I'm calling cap you need to prove that shit
Call me Quan Chi for the way I can seduce a bitch
Said he wanna kill me but clearly ain't go through with it
You would buy a gun off of the streets but you wont shoot with it?
Nickk chop kabob so we can skewer shit
QB said you're dirty as a drain you on that sewage shit
Cedar rapids out here shooting meth they really using it
Blunt hit me like CB to the lungs it be abusing it
Paint her face she looking like a clown, she be amusing it
I stay going crazy put me in a strafe I'm losing it
If I popped a xanny will I end up like Lil Peep?
Punching off a track too, meet a bitch make her hit the street
I see why you're yapping I was told that talk is cheap
You should bang a white flag your whole gang is in defeat
We been riding in a black Tonka we not Yeat
They got to pay for conversation because talk is not cheap
The way I'm really sliding for my boys like I'm on sleet
Production sounding shitty from you rappers I'm on beat
I stay up all night because there's serves at five am
Know there's money in my mind and I get to breaking in
You could never make it past my rank you stuck on level ten
I talk to god about the money way I make it is a sin
Stuck on level ten I'm out here on to my fifth prestige
The way I let this rainbow fucking shine like we in a siege
My bitch she get to eating on the Korn my freak on a leash
We get to passing every flow around they in disbelief