Cover art for 5 Fingers of Death (Freestyle) by ScHoolboy Q

5 Fingers of Death (Freestyle)

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5 Fingers of Death (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Part 1:]
Jump up on my wee-wee
Oh oh, go jump up on my wee-wee
Fuck me on my ten speed
Gangsta of the century
Tell Rocky I want Iggy
This niggas getting rail road
Take yo' bitch ass to the nail shop
Ring ring from the gun shots
Brings her shoes back from the bailhop
This year from the gun loving, shit firin' and the migos
This here from the real lo' true Figg side gang deebo
[-] I remember you, he was way aside being turned down
In supermax getting supermax
With your hip gold and your nose ground
Hellbound I don't fuck 'round
[ - ] my name on your building
And I'm suicide to the children
I speak crimes to the millions
All night won't sound like
Pitchfork, no website
All night, what's this like

[Part 2:]
Look at his head splitted
Nigga de-de-did it
Booyah, lil nigga gon' make me go double digits
Cause he murked up the block
My magnun go outta lock
My forty controlling your nina
Still on the wigg shot
When we had no pot to piss in
We would implot the mission
Took me right out the mission
Tookie right out commission
Murder, mo murder, mo murder
Murder, mo murder, mo
Keep on [- -] bitches
And snitches they gotta go
Money, mo money, mo money
Money, mo money
Won't never stop
Body's on top of body's
Put bodys right under crops
These are my country tails
(Finger-(mumbling)-nials), hahahaa
[Part 3:]
Right off the top
Sorry MTV but I got to drop
I'm too damn ill
Nigga's can't fuck me I popped two pills
I'm off two xans, damn I'm the man
Sway on the right, Heather B on the left
Got a new hoodie, oh yes
My nigga got the baldy and it's shining
Oh you're shining, hehaha
I'm outchea, tell your bitch to call me
Baby where they did I go
They calling me Ali-Greatest of all time

[Part 4:]
This shit that I be doing off the top so easy
Fucking all hoes cause my dick too greasy
Condom on my forehead, condom on my fist
Oh, on my two fingers to
Why Sway cause I don't trust that bitch
Ey, eyes on low, buckethat to, yup Figgro
Been crippin' busting niggas for a minutes too
I didn't call you niggas, it's that nigga from menace
Cause I'mma a menace, been doing this shit
Five drunk Guiness, yah know what I'm sayin'
All off the top, I don't give a fuck
And I still ain't got a watch
Ashy on my knuckles with a thousand dollar ring
Thousand dollar shirt, Alexander McQueen
[Part 5:]
Man this shit ain't even live
I don't know who did it
But I'm sorry that I diss it, real life
On SiriusXM, make you bitch to my BM
That's your ex then, we out here sexting
Oh, hahah, got the glasses on
These 700, I be shittin' homes
Nigga's can't fuck with me
I'm still a rapper
Don't cut me off Sway
Don't, 'fore I get the gun clapping
You know how I always get up on you and that same damn hat
I been doing this shit for years, dog
You need to switch that, take some notes from me
Check me out, I get new buckets every week
Every day, every month, shit you weak
I'm back on you, I cuss on live TV, but fuck all you
Yea, bring me out with all them other niggas over there

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August 9, 2013
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