G Perico - 5 Freeway lyrics

[Intro] City! [Verse 1] I was off for a second, now I'm back If you lost me, ain't no comin' back I be prayin' that the whole team advance Hoop earring on bling when you glance I ain't goin' back and forth I hope they free the homie when he go back to court I be thinkin' 'bout Nip Like, "I gotta keep this sh*t goin' strong for the Crips" 600 horsepower flyin' in my Benz Buyin' Number (N)ine's, sprayed all on my fit The feds comin' through 'round this b*tch takin' pics Biddin' blue t-shirt, 'bout to sell it for some M's Next level, baguette link and the Bezel Blinding everything when I hit the champеzzle My granny always told me I was special Whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic These ni**as clickin' up, I gotta stay blickied up They sayin' that it's cool, but I can't trust nothin' Glock on my hip, that mean murder Pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer Then I'm backflippin' off of yachts, gangbangin' out of drops I ain't no different then these ni**as, I just play my card Where your [?] b*tch? I just beat the odds, call me poker face from now on [Chorus] I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz Doin' about a buck ten Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Fucha!) Like G, do your sh*t Ain't no stress, go get rich What we press? Enterprise Click (It's the click) Up to the neck with this 30 round stick [Verse 2] Givenchy, stunt AMG pedals ni**as come to the city and get stripped on Rodeo ni**as come to the city with that hundred pound pack Just cash out and I'ma get it where you at What's clout? ni**as gettin' killed for it Like this Bel Air, when I pop you get spilled for it Had some ni**as in my business, wasn't built for it We was supposed to get rich but you switched on me Fentanyl killer, long live my ni**a Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him [?], young ni**a with a dream Young, fly, curly hair like me Fentanyl killer, long live my ni**a Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him Cross country, get money Got a Mexican and a snowbunny [Chorus] I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz Doin' about a buck ten Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Fucha!) Like G, do your sh*t Ain't no stress, go get rich What we press? Enterprise Click (It's the click) Up to the neck with this 30 round stick [Outro] G Perico, Enterprise Click, Play 2 Win And I'm bettin' on my motherfu*kin' self Just a million dollar flair, we ain't got time to play Cross country, get money Got a Mexican and a snowbunny