5 Freeway

By G Perico

On Play 2 Win

Released on August 20, 2021

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[Intro]

(City)


[Verse 1]

I was off for a second, now I'm back

If you lost me, ain't no comin' back

I be prayin' that the whole team advance

Hoop earrings on bling when you glance

I ain't goin' back and forth

I hope they free the homie when he go back to court

I be thinkin' 'bout Nip

Like, "I gotta keep this shit goin' strong for the Crips"

600 horsepower flyin' in my Benz

Buyin' Number (N)ine's, sprayed all on my fit

The feds comin' through 'round this bitch takin' pics

Buildin' Blue T-Shirt, 'bout to sell it for some M's

Next level, baguette link and the Bezel

Blinding everything when I hit the champеzzle

My granny always told me I was special

Whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic

These niggas cliquing up, I gotta stay blickied up

They sayin' that it's cool, but I can't trust nothin'

Glock on my hip, that mean murder

Pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer

Then I'm backflippin' off of yachts, gangbangin' out of drops

I ain't no different from these niggas, I just played my card

Royal flush, bitch, I just beat the odds

Call me poker face from now on


[Chorus]

I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz

Doin' about a buck ten

Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel

Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho)

Like G, do your shit

Ain't no stress, go get rich

What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It's the clique)

Up to the neck with this thirty round stick


[Verse 2]

Givenchy, stomp AMG pedals

Niggas come to the city and get stripped on Rodeo

Niggas come to the city with that hundred pound pack

Just cash out and I'ma get it where you at

What's clout? Niggas gettin' killed for it

Like this Bel Air, when I pop, you get spilled for it

Had some niggas in my business, wasn't built for it

We was 'posed to get rich, but you switched on me


[Bridge]

Fentanyl killer, long live my nigga

Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him

Raheem, young nigga with a dream

Young, fly, curly haired like me

Fentanyl killer, long live my nigga

Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him

Cross country, get money

Got a Mexican and a snow bunny


[Chorus]

I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz

Doin' about a buck ten

Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel

Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho)

Like G, do your shit

Ain't no stress, go get rich

What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It's the clique)

Up to the neck with this thirty round stick


[Outro]

G Perico, Innerprize Clicc, Play 2 Win

And I'm bettin' on my motherfuckin' self

This the million dollar flip, we ain't got time to play

Cross country, get money

Got a Mexican and a snow bunny