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Suicideboys - 5 N The Mornin Lyrics

You did good, $lick
It's a SMASH!
Pla-pla-pla-players never die

Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-
Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

I got five bullets left in my nine
Grey matted Glock, looking to fuck up someone's spine
Mane, I do this all the time
Yeah, I might be Cherry but my haters all pie
See the reaper smiling when you look me in my eye (In my eye)
Ridin' down Marconi, got my Tony on me
My whip look like heavy cream, inside pepperoni
Fleetwood day dreamin' but I'll never let ‘em step up on me
Shoutout all my Florida and my Texas homies (My Texas homies)
Got my gut sticking out, I'm from fat city
Everytime I hit the block, them cops is acting piggy
Blanco never left the 7th Ward, from LA to New York
Yeah, you know I settle scores
I try to keep y'all up to date on my escapades
PS5 up in the Escalade, riding down esplanade
Wock up in my lemonade, now them demons in my head to get some shade
Pull the tool out then look at the mess I made
I can't fix shit but my desire to get high
All my homies that done died, they all watch me from the sky
Life can be fucked up, but I'm glad to be here
Lookin’ for the love, but instead I see fear
Shawty saw my dick, like when headlights meet deer
I told her, Turn around, then I pulled her rear near
I told her, Listen up, like you got like three ears
You my whole world, I can't even see spheres

Draped up and dripped out
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Three in the mornin', gettin' the gat out the stash spot
Drape-, drape-, drape-, drape-

Pull up playa mackin'
Bought my bitch her back end
Whip self-park, gettin' head while I back-in
Mane, I'm getting paid just to sigh and breathe it back in
Used to cash change for some cigs, $5 on pump ten
Northside superstar (North!), pull up just to piss 'em off
Shawty see my bills, I said: It’s nil to what this kitchen cost
Show you how to pimp a broad, show you how to lift the cross
Playas up, suckers down, pussies I just kill 'em off
Tipping 4’s on 'em hoes, $lick don't usually talk a lot
Ridin' with some guns that turn your home into a parking lot
Fire up a Swisher Sweet, eyes looking bittersweet
Broken Heart Shorty, but it's yet to miss a fucking beat
Three in the morning, it's just me and Screw, mane
Too many thangs I wish that wasn't true, mane
Been pimping keys like I'm Stephen Hough
Germans growling, sounding like a European Zoo
What it do? Foreign 'Cedes and a Caddy slab
Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan
Northern Lands, Southside, that's where I began (7th Ward!)
I'm rolling vengeance that’s forever like I'm Warren Van
Sail through the South, gold in my mouth
Ball on these hoes like I'm Luka Downtown, mane
One for the money, two 30's for pain
Xan' for my nerves, only way I stay sane, mane

W-What it do? Foreign 'Cedes and a Caddy slab
Caddy for my dad, bought my girl a new Macan
Riding down esplanade, riding down esplanade, in the Escalade
Wock up in my lemonade, demons in-in-in my
What it do? What-what-what-what it-what it do?
Bla-Bla-Blanco never left the 7th Ward, never left the 7th Ward