Throw Up The Five lyrics

[Intro: OY Quan]
I get to dumpin', b*tch, you better duck
Oh sh*t, two chops, better knuckle up
Drop my O, you get put in a truck
And I'm lookin' for Kay-Kay, you know I'ma throw
And I'm lookin' for Kay-Kay, you know I'ma shoot
Drop my O, you get put on the news
Opp thot, and she give me the drop
Stupid, Dae-Dae got knocked out his socks
Ayo, [?], just pass me the chop'
We catch a Gz, yeah, he gettin' flocked
Smokin' on Lotti and Dummy, oh sh*t, like
Suck my di*k
Spinnin' a n*gga and I'm uppin' the chop'
Grrah-grrah, boom, I'm spinnin' a n*gga and I'm uppin' this chop'
You throw up the Five then you getting hit
TMac, you a little b*tch
If I see [?], I'ma click on the b*tch
Y'all n*ggas chattin', y'all ain't never do sh*t
(Y'all n*ggas chattin', y'all ain't never do sh*t)
(Division)
(War's too nasty)

[Chorus: OY Quan]
You throw up the Five then you gettin' hit, like (Like)
Suck my di*k (Grrah)
You throw up thе Five then you gettin' hit (Likе, what?)
Suck my di*k
I can't f*ck with that b*tch, she be oppy (Like, what?)
Like, tryna line me
I got my gun, right beside me
Mix with the runtz, on the Lotti (Grrah, grrah)
I'm rollin' them deadies and head taps (Uh-huh)
f*ck that, yeah, I need that, uh
JB got stripped, that's a new pack (Uh, huh)
Dougie got hit tryna run fast
Keem got a .40 shakin' up the room (Uh, huh)
I spot an opp, beat him with an broom (Grrah)
Dae-Dae took flight, knock him out his shoe
If I see TMac, you know I'ma boom
[Verse 2: SugarHill Keem]
Thunder Bklu, you was my lil' bro
When I see you, n*gga, I'ma throw
How the f*ck you droppin' my O?
Lil' n*gga, you is lil' bro (Grrah-grrah)
Now I'ma talk on the facts, pus*y lil' n*gga, you gettin' me mad, look
Now I'm talkin' facts, I'ma keep on spinnin' 'til it seems I might crash, look (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
And Edot my brother, he [?]
He my brother, we [?]
So you know I'ma keep on clickin'
f*ck all the opps, them n*ggas be b*tches, look
Lil' n*gga, come spin, f*ck that
And you know we got grips, grrah (Grrah-grrah, boom)
And you know we got grips, so what, so what, so what?
And I really be clickin', look
And my fingers be itchin'
Gutta in the cut and you know we not playin' (Stupid)
f*ck all the opps, stop playing (Grrah-grrah)
Don't run, don't slip
Don't trip, and this sh*t got a kick
[?] and your b*tch do di*ks (Damn)
f*ck FiveTen, b*tch, we throw 30s (Uh-huh)
f*ck your b*tch, now she wanna get purgy
f*ck FiveTen, b*tch, we throw 30s
f*ck your b*tch, now she wanna get purgy
f*ck FiveTen, b*tch, we throw 30s
f*ck your b*tch, now she wanna get purgy (Uh-huh)
Grrah-grrah, boom, stupid
O Block, O Block (O-what?)
[Verse 2: SugarHill Keem]
Knockers on knockers when you on the lane
And knockers on knockers, so come with your friend (Grrah, grrah)
Ayo, Bri, your pus*y not it (Look)
Matter fact, wassup wit' you, b*tch? (Look)
You f*ck wit' the 4's, I'm droppin' that sh*t (Look, grrah, grrah)
Mally Gz, that n*gga a fan (Look)
He just wanna do my lil' dance (Grrah)

[Chorus: OY Quan]
You throw up the Five then you gettin' hit, like (Like)
Suck my di*k (Grrah)
You throw up the Five then you gettin' hit (Like, what?)
Suck my di*k
I can't f*ck with that b*tch, she be oppy (Like, what?)
Like, tryna line me
I got my gun, right beside me
Mix with the runtz, on the Lotti (Grrah, grrah)
I'm rollin' them deadies and head taps (Uh-huh)
f*ck that, yeah, I need that, uh
JB got stripped, that's a new pack (Uh, huh)
Dougie got hit tryna run fast
Keem got a .40 shakin' up the room (Uh, huh)
I spot an opp, beat him with an broom (Grrah)
Dae-Dae took flight, knock him out his shoe
If I see TMac, you know I'ma boom