Five % (Draft) ft. BLINDwheelchair Lyrics

Dallas to Vegas I'm whipping it fast

(Whipping it fast as shit)

I'm going a hundred and fifty

I'm doing the dash

Yeah

(Check your bitch)

Shorty right up in that passenger

Clutching the bag

(Range got five percent)

I'm bout to hit the casino

And double the racks

(Oh)

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five on it

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five on it

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five on it

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five

Jump off the ship with your bitch

Titanic, I'm diving in it

I'm on the Harley's and shit

She ride me like Harley's and grip

She the Harley to my prince

(Mm-mm-mm)

I might just drop all the hoes off

They love me like my name is Sosa

Yeah

Like my name is Sosa

My name is Sosa

I keep a drake with a?

I said?

I'm holding you down,

I'm holding you down

That's why I'm keeping you around, yeah

Yeah, in the AM

I keep a drake, I'm not staying?

Staying down, come in the bank, yeah

I keep it big, yeah

I keep it same, yeah I keep it holding it down

That's why I'm keeping you around

Yeah

Dallas to Vegas I'm whipping it fast

(Whipping it fast as shit)

I'm going a hundred and fifty

I'm doing the dash

Yeah

(Check your bitch)

Shorty right up in that passenger

Clutching the bag

(Range got five percent)

I'm bout to hit the casino

And double the racks

(Oh)

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five on it

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five on it

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five on it

Whipping the five percent

Whipping the five

Got five

Dallas to Vegas I'm whipping it fast

(Whipping it fast as shit)

I'm going a hundred and fifty

I'm doing the dash

Yeah

(Check your bitch)

Shorty right up in that passenger

Clutching the bag

(Range got five percent)

I'm bout to hit the casino

And double the racks

(Oh)

Racks, racks

(Whipping it fast as shit)

(Doin' the dash yeah)

Check your bitch

(Range got five percent)

Double the, double the racks (Oh)

(Rack, racks, oh)

Five percent

(Whipping it fast as shit)

(Doin' the dash)

I'm whipping it

Whipping the five percent

I'm getting high with my friends

They about to slide in a benz

Slide in a bimmer

I'm flyin again

I got a heart of chrome

But I'm looking for the pot of gold

She wanted it but I gotta go

Go

Go

I gotta hold back myself when I meet you

Put up a persona

And stuff down my feelings

I just wanna kick it with you

Know I'm tired today

I'm a young boy, I'm outside today

Just smoked a pound of the kush

You can tell by my breath

And my fingers

The smoke keep on lingering

Yah

Don't tell mama that I cried today