Mack Maine - 5 In The Morning lyrics

rate me

feat Birdman

Don’t matter what I try to do, I can’t do right

The other day I jacked a hot pickle and fruit stripes

Then me and my niggas stole 2 bikes

Then we went on like 2 flights, no plane

I’m talking bout the night hustle

Me, myself I flex my muscle

I ain’t really tryina tassle

See that thing will prolly bust you, brat!

And I know the cops tryina bug you

I hope your shit ain’t tapped nigga

And I hope you ain’t wearing a wire

Pour some water on him, electrifiy him

Set him on fire

If a nigga playing with me and my people

See we don’t play them

Niggas think that this just a game

It ain’t no play up, but I mold you, scold you

Fold you like clothes dust

Straight out of the drier, then puff some trees to get higher

Shit, niggas know they carey like mariah

Kids that ain’t theirs on they taxes

Shit, y’all niggas acting like actress

Y’all don’t know beatrice, that’s my uncle from the city nigga

These dream too nigga, y’understand?

Do your history, your research

Fuck around and they gonn prolly have to call a reaper

Your face on the t shirt, now you restin in peace boy

Playing around with us, this shit could get hot like reese boy

Fly over the greece boy, money it increase boy

Get it straight like a criss boy

Pullin nothing like retards

Get under your skin like a keylord

The only alphabets we cool with is the d boys, and deep boys

You ain’t the man nigga, you’s a decoy

Yous’ a lookout, you eating off a damn

When the birds come out, you never ever see em, mula

You ain’t the typ that’s tryina get the bands up bim

Niggas that be langing on my nerves like my bm

Hang em up in the lame nigga museum

We quick to zim, put em to sleep

If they playin round with me and my niggas

Yeah we quick to creep

Yeah we come through 30 deep

And 30 cars, prolly got like 30 broads

Knock off 30 boys, tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my

Me and my rich gang

tryina play around with me and my, me and my, me and my

Me and my rich gang

Proove you is a bitch maine, fucking with the yougn stunners

Nigga you fuck around with the rich gang, we proove that you a bitch maine

Fucking with the young stunners

And have your man picking out your funeral fit maine

Stop fuckin with it, before we spit up and

Do you in, hit you up with the mac 10

You and your can, shouts out to mac 10

Nigga that’s my nigga, make a nigga do a backspin

If you playing with...

Me and my rich gang

You got me fucked up with my rich gang

Ain’t nothing for us to proove that you a bitch maine

Playing around your mom will be picking your funeral fit maine.