Lyrics Fifth Day Dead - Young Thug

Yeah, ooh no
Yeah, ooh no
Yeah
Yeah, ooh, no
Tell me
Ooh, no
Say, ooh no
Yeah

Moncler coat 'cause I'm the coldest out
I had 20,000, price, ceiling drought
Tore your bitch in the corner, me and the dogs gettin' after her
Got 27 colors, this Versace couch

I got it from Birdman, out of his Miami spot
I told the bitch don't call me, she a Miami thot
They hate to see you racking, big gold Patek's rose gold
White diamonds on my wrist, it's like my main bitch told

I caught a cop out for the Benz, that winter was cold
I got a lot of thots, but got respect for my hoes
I got a lot of spots to recess for all my kids in the back
Playground school full of teachers askin' why I love 'em brats

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dog, I told the feds
Fuck all the opps, I'd kiss to see with this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed

I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back, five days and he was dead
I told him, "Bring my skeletons out the shed"
I been sippin on Wock, this ain't no red

Passport shawty, I can take this bitch places
High heel Chanel, oh she rockin' big aces
A pussy nigga wish he could trade places
I told a nigga, "You must be kidding, I'm goin' Mason"

I called my watch stupid 'cause the time froze
150 for my tooth and when I find hoes
My niggas smoke Biscotti, not the pinecone
My nigga Jimbo did a dime, now he back home

I be countin' money all night long
And to my dogs who can't fall off no more
I used to walk down, buyin' out the store
Her body was natural, now she plastic, she a Barbie

Got big baguettes sittin' on my neck
I told it to my dog, I told the feds
Fuck all the opps, I'd kiss to see with this
I fucked her hard, I put that bitch to bed

I called 'em up and told him what he said
He text me back, five days and he was dead
I told him, "Bring my skeletons out the shed"
I been sippin on Wock, this ain't no red