5 AM In Hollywood ft. Warhol.SS Lyrics

Yeah

Brent Rambo

Yeah, yeah

Aye, aye

We turning shit into a feast like catering

Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man

Give him a taste of this shit like a better man

I got a cannon on me like Mega Man

I got a demon with me like an anime

Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate

I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper

Ordered some hot wings

Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string

I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things

556 what the fuck is you boxing

This bitch got contacts like Hopsin

She catching contact when she hop in this car

My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar

I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par

I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar

I'm in Fendi and Prada and probably McQueen

Or that Ricky and Marni when I'm on the scene

I can't fuck with no bitches who stuck on the scene

My life is a movie can't be in a scene

You got to go head and schedule

Bought some tracer bullets this is new ammunition

Smoke all the top shelf serve all the midget

I ain't got nothing to eat but it's pounds in this kitchen

Remember the younger me ran on the red line

Hit the A, I was jumping on

I'm making paper in the City of Angels

Run that shit up like I play for the Chargers

Got to get to it I'm just like my father

When I get high I be flying with saucers

Brodie he back on his shit with them boxes

10 different cards I say just charge them

If you rat and we around we keeping it solid

You gonna run out of time

And it's Jean Paul Gaultier chains on my collar

If I take another Perc 10 I'm a be nauseous

We turning shit into a feast like catering

Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man

Give him a taste of this shit like a better man

I got a cannon on me like Mega Man

I got a demon with me like an anime

Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate

I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper

Ordered some hot wings

Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string

I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things

556 what the fuck is you boxing

This bitch got contacts like Hopsin

She catching contact when she hop in this car

My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar

I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par

I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar

Choppa hit him, his car do a tre-flip

I'm a tweak on this shit if the bass hit

My bitch hella saddidy you can't hit

I'm a walk on some shit

Nigga fucked up the bag and he followed the bitch

Now he don't got a bitch

Cause he broke as a mother fucker ain't that some shit

Now my fist in the pot until I'm breakin my wrist

I can jump in that pressure I can't never miss

Yeah

That bitch sucking my dick with a crazy lisp

Hell start with the verdict you crazy

Finna cook up a bird like Jadakiss

I'm on exotic, codeine with the cannabis

Fucking too much I can not be celibate

We finna fire up mixing the elements

Upping your pipe you can not be hesitant

We turning shit into a feast like catering

Serving that cookie in here, I'm the baker's man

Give him a taste of this shit like a better man

I got a cannon on me like Mega Man

I got a demon with me like an anime

Get hit with the blue flame, he incinerate

I'm at the Blue Flame, throwing hella paper

Ordered some hot wings

Fucking that hoe pull that bitch by the draw string

I'm scared of these niggas, they be on cop things

556 what the fuck is you boxing

This bitch got contacts like Hopsin

She catching contact when she hop in this car

My drank at the pharmacy not at the bar

I ain't rapping with niggas he too under par

I got plenty narcotics like I'm with Lil Gnar