G Perico – 5 Freeway Lyrics

[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 champezzle
My granny always told me I was special
When 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? 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 motherf*ckin’ self
This the million dollar flip, we ain’t got time to play
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snow bunny 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?