Lyrics Plead the 5th (feat. Brizzy Wes) - S-Rank Tactics

Speeding in that 'Mozzy
Tote my pistol while I'm riding
Told the judge I plead the fifth
Cause my riders they be violent
Yo bitch looking like a witch
That bitch sitting on my stick
I'm with yo bitch 'lil bitch
Come get yo bitch
Speeding in that 'Mozzy
Tote my pistol while I'm riding
Told the judge I plead the fifth
Cause my riders they be violent
Yo bitch looking like a witch
That bitch sitting on my stick
I'm with yo bitch 'lil bitch
Come get yo bitch

I'm in a new whip with your bitch
(Yeah yeah)
She suck all on my dick until she sick
(Yeah yeah)
Frozen my neck and my wrist
(Woah woah)
I lean on them fours till I tip

Over
She told me to hurry come over
Raided her fridge
Then I fucked her on the sofa
Nut all in her hair
Fill my cup up with soda
She rolling on my dick
I record all her motions

Back up give me fifty feet
(Back up back up back up)
She knows that I'm strapped
So she twerking for the team
She knows I got racks
Cause I don't check receipts
She'll do it on cam
Anything for a piece
Anything for a piece

This shit is so tragic
Talking all that shit
Till they see the door
Slide on their block
I see that boy
In his feelings on Twitter
Man he needs to stop
He thinks it's a game but it's not
He thinks that he's lit he's an op
I heard that he's talking to the cops (Twelve)
I heard that he's scared of the dark
I heard that that boy might be a narc

Where my fucking funds at?
I'm a motherfucking scumbag
Where the fucking drugs at?
Bitch I said where the drugs at?
She's holding my pistol
Cause shawty gets scared
When that strap is in my lap

It took me a minute
Just to make it out
Only thing I can do now
Is make it count
Smoking blunts
While I'm rolling blunts
I'm a young Hannibal cannibal

Off a Molly fuck that bitch for hours
She beg me to nut like we in a rush
Told 'lil bro it ain't that serious
But it can get serious
I've been in the trap
Like I rode the early bus
Sig Saurer with nuts
I call that shit the finishing touch