#5AM Lyrics

Bitches got me sick and I ain't talkin bout no rona

Uh baby hop up in my ride, do you smell the roma

Puffin on the strongest marijuana bitch that is my fragrance

Um they say Zav you too foul but where is my flagrant

Um bitch I ain't foul I ain't shootin for the free

Uh hop out my GTR I'm shootin from the three

Ha come get your bitch back I took her on a spree

And that really goes to show that she really wanted me

Um what she got to offer

You know that this dick ain't free

Her mans hit my line telling me he want a feat

I guess Ima get to taxin Ima have to charge a fee

Oh my god hop off

Bitch I'm really beggin please

Oh my god as I said you really need to let me be

Come on girl hurry up come take what you need from me

Maybe you can finally decide to let me be

Uh Satan in my heart hopefully he gonna set me free

Hold up switch up for the season

Stabbed you in the heart you bleedin

Hold the L bitch you defeated

You never had a reason

Poppin pills for that reason

Switch up drugs like it's treason

Doin drugs for a reason (wait hold up)

Ha bitch I was lyin

Killed your mans now he is flyin

Yo block down y'all be dyin

Spin that block stop the cryin

End your world like a mayan

That's a threat Im not implyin

You be down your card declinin

To the top I keep on climbin

I'm so hot I change the climate (ha bitch)