[Intro: bryalle]
Slatt
Slatt, 'ight, you n***as ready bruh?

[Chorus: bryalle]
Yeah, sticks, n***a, we got them (Got them)
Robbin' shit, this ain't no FiveM (FiveM)
I'm tryna touch a lil' five M (Five M's)
Yeah, that boy Bryalle, we can't find him (Find him)
That lil' boy run, gotta tie him (Tie him)
I'm finna run, man, I feel like [?]
White ho kinda like Eminem (Eminem)
They be too gay, yeah, they be too feminine

[Verse 1: bryalle]
I said that n***a don't want no smoke
God, I'm with my ho
I said these n***as be internet hoes
Look at my neck, bitch, I'm too cold
Her new n***a, he got a chode
Walked in the crib, n***a, with my robe
He want a free fеat', like, no
You gotta pay or pull up to the show
Show, show, I got a show
Tote for thе ho
My n***as Spider-Man, fuck that lil' [?]
Send him to God, send him to the Pope
Like, oh my God, like, what have I come to?
We got a Glock, he gon' run too
I got a bullet, like one-two
Honestly, bro, I'm like, "Fuck you"
[Verse 2: che]
Bitch, I pulled up with Bryalle
I'm off the Grabba, like, God damn
He want the drop, then we shot him
Can't get a feat', n***a, that's like five M's
I'm on top tier, ain't no top ten
I spent a rack [?] on doxxing
That n***a broke, he gon' rock [?]
Saint Laurent, finna go shopping
Gang shit, boy we mobbing
He in YSl, n***a, he gon' slime them (Yeah)
Hunnid bands, bitch, [?]
[?] the show, n***a, I'm in Boston
Pistols, n***a, fuck a boxin'
She wan' [?] a n***a [?]
[?]
Can't get a feat', n***a, that's like five M's

[Chorus: bryalle]
Yeah, sticks, n***a, we got them (Got them)
Robbin' shit, this ain't no FiveM (FiveM)
I'm tryna touch a lil' five M (Five M's)
Yeah, that boy Bryalle, we can't find him (Find him)
That lil' boy run, gotta tie him (Tie him)
I'm finna run, man, I feel like [?]
White ho kinda like Eminem (Eminem)
They be too gay, yeah, they be too feminine