Sheck Wes - Five

Kyrie, where's LeBron? Suck my dick! Caution, danger Caution, caution Might break your ankle Saucin' Bitch! Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie Ballin' like I'm Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie Sauce 'em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie Mudboy (Bitch!) You know I'm on the green team (Bitch!) Uh, boogers in my ear, make them say "Bling-bling" (ching) You know I'm the bomb like I'm on TNT Huh, Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I'm ballin' in the sleeve (sleeve) Racks in my jeans (jeans) No ash on my fleece (no) First round draft picks, throw 'em in the V Two plus two, that's fo' (fo') I give 'em to the Cleve Go divide to 11, sauce 'em up, that's me ballin' Like I'm at the JBC, huh Ballin' on the floor, you watch me from the nosebleeds Talkin' shit, I lay him down like Kyrie K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce 'em) Sauce 'em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (Bitch!) Sauce 'em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (Bitch!) I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie I said, uh Young nigga, 19 (teen) Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I'm ballin' in this league (zero) I said, "Ooh shit" Rookie in this league, huh Jayson Tatum, how I'm ballin' on this team I said, "Ooh shit" Caution, danger (oh shit) Don't try to guard me (don't guard me) Might break your ankle I said, "Ooh shit" (Bitch!) Crossing danger I cross you over, and break your ankles I said, "Ooh bitch" (Bitch!) You know I tame it You say you taken (taken) I shake your ankles (shake it) I said, "Ooh bitch" I be dunkin' (dunkin') And a layup (huh-huh) Have to 2K it K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie I sauce 'em up, Kyrie, B-B-B-Byrie I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie Sauce 'em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (Ooh shit, crossing danger) Balling on these niggas like I'm at the, at the At the JBC (ooh shit) At the, at the JBC Mudboy! Oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit Oh shit, oh shit

Fa-fa Fa-fa-fa (Bitch) Fa-fa-fa (Fa-fa) Yeah, uh, yeah (Yeah) Still in this bitch with the same niggas I came with I'ma be honest, I don't feel no pain I can't even see you through my shades, bitch On the West Coast with a bad bitch in my coupe She's used to the gangbangers On the East Coast with the Less gang On the block plottin', thinking 'bout what we takin', yeah On the road though, gettin' checks, uh What a young nigga makin', uh I've been close to the angels, running away from Satan, uh As-salamu alaykum, uh I bring home the bacon, young Sheck Wes I do not do Haram, uh, I eat the halal, uh Pork, I ain't never taste it Never had a nine-to-five or had the late shift Moms had to work so I had to raise me, uh 'Cause shit was really hard, uh, it's different for us Anything I wanted, had to take it Yeah Damn I gotta go and get mine (Bitch) I catch planes and catch flights (Catch flights, bitch) I just copped a new ride (New ride) Used to finesse MTA for the swipe (Swipe me) Now it's different for us when I slide (Slide, bitch) Put this shit down, bitch, I'm stife Gang got guns and knives (Lost Boys) I'm from New York, baby, you'll get sliced (Knife gang) Buck fifty, baby, on sight (On sight, ow) I want horsepower, I don't want the ice (Want the ice) I used to lust and do bad crime (Lust gang) Now they put me in the New York Times (New York Times) Bring tears right to my mother eyes Play with my mother things, you'll die (You'll die pussy) Gettin' that chicken, Popeyes (Popeyes) Green like spinach, Popeye (Popeye) Pull up, Sheck Wes pop eyes I don't touch bitches, but I pop guys (I pop 'em) Light up my blunt and get high (Higher) If shit get crunk, I'ma rise (I'ma rise) I pull up on arrival (Arrival) You know the scouts with the guys Whole lotta guns like Condoleezza Rice (Yeah) I call the shots like Condoleezza Rice I was in the projects eatin' that rice (Rice) Now a young nigga order wagyu (Bitch) And I got beans up in my rice (My rice) They want me to do the deal If you ain't got the millions, we can't sign (I'll wait) Tell David, they got that chicken (Chicken) We can't pay the price, ain't right (At all) Cactus Jack, baby, I been winnin' (Jack) Man, that done changed my life (Facts) Always keep a bad bitch, we got to hide (Got to hide) Got a whole lotta worms in my colon (In my colon) Deer shades all on my eyes (My eyes) Can't pull up on arrival (Yeah) And you know the scouts with the guys You know the scouts with the guys You know the scouts with the guys You know the scouts with the guys Bitch

Mudboy Bitch E-S, E-S, ESPN They don't like my rap style Now they want features I turned all my doubters, into my believers (Sheck Wes) Arguing my damn ma (fuck) Flyin' with my teachers (bitch) Skip my game for the fashion show (for the show) One of my best decisions (facts) Backwood addiction (I got it) I got a Backwood addiction Ain't the THC, that's facts, non-fiction Or is the shit fiction? But remember in school I ain't pay attention In school I ain't pay attention I watched E-S, E-S, ESPN W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him (yeah) W-E-S, E-S, we don't need top ten (yeah, bitch) E-S, E-S, we fuck with him W-E-S, E-S, ESPN W-E-S, E-S Goin' through a damn phase (through a phase) Goin' through my damn change (cosmos) Goin' through my dam passport (passport) I been goin' through these damn pages Smokin 'on maoda (maoda) Hoes sniffing on powder (sniff, sniff) The money bring the power The money bring you problems so when You niggas can't stop, don't call Please don't call, don't call Sheck Wes no more 'Cause I ain't picking' up my motherfucking phone (bitch) Do not disturb, put it on phone I ain't picking up calls no more Please do not call my phone If you ain't talking about the motherfuckin' dough Do not disturb, put it on my phone I ain't picking up calls no more Please do not call my phone If you ain't talking about the motherfuckin' dough E-S, E-S, ESPN W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him W-E-S, E-S, ESPN W-E-S, E-S, we fuck with him W-E-S, E-S, ESPN W-E-S, E-S (bitch) They just want the turnt shit (turn up, bitch) They don't like the sad music (nigga, burn up) Sheck Wes been in a sad state (in a sad state) You ain't never had to do shit, huh? (Never) You ain't never had to (fuck) go through shit (bitch) You ain't ever have to (fuck) go and shoot shit (never) You ain't never had to (what?) go and choose shit 'Cause you ain't never had to go through shit You ain't, you ain't never had to That's, that's, that0s why do not disturb, put it on the phone I ain't pickin up the calls no more Please do not call my phone If you ain't talking about the motherfuckin' dough (bitch) ESPN, we fuck with him W-E-S, E-S, ESPN (Kyrie) W-E-S, E-S, we don't need top ten (yeah, bitch) Do not disturb, put it on my phone (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) I ain't pickin' up your calls no more (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) No more, I ain't pickin' up your calls no more (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) No more, I ain't pickin' up your calls no more (bitch) (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) No more, I ain't pickin' up your calls no more (W-E-S, E-S) (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like) (Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie, I've been ballin' like)