[Intro: DUSTY LOCANE]
Look, them n***as they was hatin' on me
Them n***as, they was plottin' on me
Them n***as tryna play

[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' shit, 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 fuck, 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 hate in they eyеs
And they wanna be with the guys
Thеy can't be one of mines, I'm with Five
And I'm true blue to the skies
My n***as gon' ride, they gon' ride
And I will never testify
(But I'ma still keep a .9)
I see the hate
Them n***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' shit, 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 fuck, 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 n***a six feet (Six feet)
Pull up in that Bentley truck, and my n***as packin' heat (Woo)
Shorty sucked 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, n***a don't fuck 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' shit, 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 fuck, I'ma do it, broad day (Look)
[Outro: DUSTY LOCANE]
Them n***as they was hatin' on me
Them n***as, they was plottin' on me
Them n***as tryna play