5 O’Clock lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
3pm
A deal is going down on the wrong side of the tracks
In Atlanta, Georgia
This n*gga robbed me
Dope boys, I ain’t finna run to the police too fast

[Hook]
Man a n*gga just broke in my spot
That’s like a n*gga taking dope out my pot
He stole some money and some weed and a watch
I need the n*gga dead by 5 O’clock
f*ck talking, I just want to hear shots
I ain’t asking if you did or did not
Imma run that n*gga off of this block
I need the n*gga dead by 5 O’clock

[Verse 1]
I’m a brick squad soldier, I thought I told ya
Mister ice cream man, I’m selling boulders
I lost a load, New Mexico, they f*cking pulled her over
And she’ll never f*ck me over n*gga, all my b*tches soldiers
Gresham road soldier, boulder crest soldier
And I told my b*tch to quit me cause I never will propose to her
And as I get older my jewelry get colder
But why the task force had to put me in the folder
Rest in peace to Soldier Slim, that boy there was a soldier
Rest in peace to Pac and Big, cause them n*ggas was soldiers
They gave my partner 60 years, but he don’t think it’s over
I got money for his appeal cause we just want some closure
[Hook]
Man a n*gga just broke in my spot
That’s like a n*gga taking dope out my pot
He stole some money and some weed and a watch
I need the n*gga dead by 5 O’clock
f*ck talking, I just want to hear shots
I ain’t asking if you did or did not
Imma run that n*gga off of this block
I need the n*gga dead by 5 O’clock

[Verse 2]
These young n*ggas play for keeps, today they'll kill your ass for sneaker money
A teacher makes like 30 thousand a year, I make that daily homie
I’m mister keep a big old pistol cause these n*ggas be hating on me
You got to get this pistol in your name, that be my lady baby
Bring me up that brand new FN, and get yourself a 3.80 baby
Trapping like it’s 1980, but I don’t really f*ck with Reagan
I’m smoking kush in Central Station, drinking rum with some of my Haitians
b*tches say I’m two faced but these pus*y n*ggas be scared to face it
I put a split on top of split then y’all n*ggas run in your sh*t
Wrapped in diamonds, so much money, can’t even wear a money clip
I tell them n*ggas go and your boyfriend will get pistol whipped
You try Guwop like he a hoe and that's how you got your uncle killed

[Hook]
Man a n*gga just broke in my spot
That’s like a n*gga taking dope out my pot
He stole some money and some weed and a watch
I need the n*gga dead by 5 O’clock
f*ck talking, I just want to hear shots
I ain’t asking if you did or did not
Imma run that n*gga off of this block
I need the n*gga dead by 5 O’clock
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