5am On Fenton Rd lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(World Famous)
Uh, uh, yeah
Whew, whew, b*tch
Alright
Free the Ghetto, n*gga
Ayy, ayy (World Famous)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I got like 30 cash, all blues, yeah, I'm on they ass
I just let a clip off up in the whip, I hope they crash
Pull up off on the scene in the Hellcat, you know the dash
Can't believe they tried to sell some fake Runtz, we know the bags
I got the right feeling, beam up on the Glock, no night vision
You can't hit him up too close here with this b*tch, you might kill 'em
Voices in my head, every time I'm on, like Mike, get 'em
I can't leave that bag announced, sware to God, they might steal it
Ayy, top down, we in that Phantom thing, cruising slow
Told Poodie, he can't finger f*ck the chop', shoot it slow
Told C to leave the game alone, he Mr. Move The Dope
I can't settle for a b*tch who ain't on sh*t, they do the most

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
I be too much in the smoke, I buy too much when it's dough
I got too much getting more
Wasn't too much getting on
I switch my numbers out a lot, most people can't even call my phone
I'm good when I pull up, my neighborhood still like my home (World Famous)
Try not to brag about this pape' 'cause if I do, then I'd be wrong
Don't assume that I'm doing wrong, I did, then I'd be gone
I dodged a bid a couple times, so I talk big in all my songs
I treat other b*tches how I treat my b*tch, then I'd be wrong
I made my money do what it's supposed to do, I put me on
When I buy jewelry, I don't plan on trading in, that's money blown
I don't even count the paper, sh*t, to me, that's money gone
I went from white and gold to doing white and roses, honeycomb