Dusty Locane - 5TH CLOCC FINEST lyrics

[Intro: DUSTY LOCANE] Look, them ni**as they was hatin' on me Them ni**as, they was plottin' on me Them ni**as out here playin' with me [Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE] This the 5th CloCc finest I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama And for the six, I'm killin' sh*t, I put that on my momma On Nine-Fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma You better move proper And C.I.P to Poppa (Woo) You know that's the straight And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage And I don't give a fu*k, I'ma do it, broad day (Look) [Verse 1: DUSTY LOCANE] I be sendin' 'bout six shots when we bend blocks if you talkin' on members Got it on me, no pretendin' I see the hatе in they eyes And thеy wanna be with the guys They can't be one of mines, I'm with Five And I'm true blue to the skies My ni**as gon' ride, they gon' ride And I will never testify (But I'ma still keep a .9) I see the hate Them ni**as, they was plottin' on me I seen it, look [Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE] This the 5th CloCc finest I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama And for the six, I'm killin' sh*t, I put that on my momma On Nine-Fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma You better move proper And C.I.P to Poppa (Woo) You know that's the straight And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage And I don't give a fu*k, I'ma do it, broad day (Look) [Verse 2: 3Kizzy] I could see the hate in they eyes, tell me what you see (What you see?) Fever gang, lift 'em up, leave a ni**a six feet (Six feet) Pull up in that Bentley truck, and my ni**as packin' heat (Woo) Shorty su*ked me off, then she threw the tee I keep them slugs in the toaster (Toaster) If he wanted roses 63rd to the hearse man, shout out to my rollers If I don't got my nina on me, then I grab my poker (Poker) S gang the best gang, ni**a don't fu*k the code up (Grt bow) [Chorus: DUSTY LOCANE] This the 5th CloCc finest I ain't for the politics, but I am for the drama And for the six, I'm killin' sh*t, I put that on my momma On Nine-Fifth, on hallow tips, we cause a lot of trauma You better move proper And C.I.P to Poppa (Woo) You know that's the straight And if I catch a Snoover lackin', send him to his grave And for the cuz I'm pistol packin', filled me up with rage And I don't give a fu*k, I'ma do it, broad day (Look) [Outro: DUSTY LOCANE] Them ni**as they was hatin' on me Them ni**as, they was plottin' on me Them ni**as out here playin'