5AM In Da Noya lyrics

[Intro: DJ Flyminds]
(The streets are listenin')
They been listenin', the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?
Y'all n*ggas sleepin' right now, man, we in this b*tch workin', man (Flyminds, run that back)
It's 5 in the morning right now, man, we still goin' in, man
Big 40 sh*t
DJ Flyminds (Xairr, let me get that motherf*cker)

[Verse 1: C Stunna]
Walkin' pallbearer, dead n*ggas inside my pocket
Too much racks up in this sack, can't fit inside my wallet
The hoes you n*ggas tryna wife to me is just an option
I like my verses like my hoes, n*gga, off the noggin
Jump in the stu', I put the microphone up in a choke
You wake up thinkin' 'bout a b*tch, that's how I know you broke
I'm sick and tired of gettin' crumbs, right now, I want the loaf
I gave my life up to the stunnin', had to take an oath
Watch what I pour, 'cause I know 12 steady watchin' sh*t
I'm paid in full, tryna dodge that RICO like my name Mitch
She say she can't afford an Uber, ho, you got Lyft?
Put that pole up on a n*gga, make that jit strip
On the I, slidin', countin', got my ass swervin'
Put my city on the back, my hood the f*ckin' burden
I was born player, n*gga, I ain't have to learn it
Hit her off the honey pack, I beat it with endurance
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
We in the booth late night, n*gga, grindin' early (Yeah)
It been a week, I made a thirty just like Stephen Curry (n*gga, what?)
Yeah, rollin' off that gas and sippin' on that dirty (Yeah)
We gon' stand on biz, get to that pape', I know you heard me (For sure)
Yeah, we gon' bring that pape' in, no, this ain't no gimmick (Ain't no gimmick)
Blew up, got these n*ggas sick, I think they need the clinic (Yeah, they need the clinic)
Go pull that bag out and she gon' let me jump right in it (Ugh)
We get that paper in real life, we don't do pretendin'
We get that paper in real life, these n*ggas ain't havin' none (Ain't havin' none)
Take his b*tch and bust her, that's gon' kill him, I don't need no gun (I don't need no gun)
Tell them boys before I rock the show, lil' b*tch, I need my funds (Yeah)
Ayy, if it's 'bout that bag, man, we gon' get it done (For sure)
Yeah, we gon' get that bag, no, we ain't lovin' on no b*tch (We ain't lovin' on no b*tch)
Brodie in the trap, he bustin' packs, got 'za and Bub' and sh*t (Yeah)
We might start a flame up in this b*tch, you know we get it lit (n*gga, what?)
Why this n*gga lookin' funny? Boy, no, you can't get a pic

[Verse 3: FCG Heem & Wizz Havinn]
You can't get a pic, n*gga try me, bound to get him hit (Bound to get him hit)
Like I don't give a sh*t, still post up in the hood like I ain't rich (Like I ain't rich)
Still eatin' shrimp and grits and flooded my mama house with sticks (Flooded my mama house with sticks)
I won't never no diss, stolos ready, them youngins gon' take the risk (Take the risk)
You ain't got no ass, we can buy that for you, b*tch (We can buy that for you, b*tch)
n*gga playin', shoot at his whip, them boys grits (Them boys grits)
Gon' get your issue, sh*t, everybody gon' strike behind these tints (Strike behind these tints)
And I'm way too lit, we ain't stoppin' at no lights, you got me bent (You got me bent)
You don't think my future bright, look at my wrist (Look at my wrist)
I wan' pull up, f*ck her good, but I don't kiss (But I don't kiss)
I'ma just add her to the list (Add her to the list), it ain't nan' b*tch I miss (Nan' b*tch I miss)
Why the f*ck would I quit? We gon' break the bank, we gon' be rich (n*gga, uh, we gon' be rich, ayy)
[Verse 4: Wizz Havinn]
Yeah, I know you goin' flat, but, n*gga, keep your head up (f*ck)
Anything hit the current wrong, you know we tear it up
Bad b*tch, I'm beatin' her guts, yeah, I got her legs up (Ugh, ugh)
Crackers finna hit the block, the jugg gave a heads-up
Ayy, ten for ten, n*gga, yeah, I got them stacked plates
Real street n*gga, I do not be with all them rap traits (f*ck 'em all)
I'm really havin' cheese, I don't even gotta cap, bae
I'm in my own lane, but these n*ggas gettin' overlapped, bae (For sure)
Put my wrist in the bowl and went to twistin' in that b*tch
Threw an RP back and now I'm stickin' in this b*tch (Uh)
I don't know what n*ggas on, I feel the tension in this b*tch (What the f*ck?)
Soon as I grab the mic up in the club, they litty in this b*tch (n*gga, uh)