[Verse 1]
Yeah, broken promises, stupid girls, it's crazy
Now there's some dirt off my shoulder like I'm Jay Z
It's heated in the back room 'cause I'm smoking
I'm locked in the room with a girl that I'm stroking
I'm rockin Tommy Hilfiger shit and y'all know it
I don't say that I love a girl, I just fucking show it
With my actions and shit, and the girl be turned on
Her actions and shit, where she learned it from
I wear my chains like they be Olympic gold medals
Her love for me is slowing dying like rose petals
Fucked ten women and I haven't reached twenty
I'm corrupting these boys like I'm Tenpenny
Shit, you only live once nigga, it's like YOLO
Should prolly pull up at the place rockin' Polo
Hugo Boss on my shirt and Adidas on my feet
Hot baby tryna flirt while I'm killin' this beat
So we rollin' joints up and shit, we tryna get lit
Damn, and I get high after I take the third hit
Shit, I'm higher than the Empire State Building
Should prolly take my silver chain, get to gilding
It's the closest these dicks could ever get to KONKA
Y'all posted up in school, that's fucked up, on God
That one girl thou, she never ceases to amaze me
She kissin' my ass and shit, she likes to praise me
More money, more problems, talkin' DaBaby
Bitch, I'm a boss, call me Hugo, Bill Wailey
Thank you Lord for once again saving me
This girl, I swear, she be craving me
Put some respect on my motherfucking name
'Cause very soon, I'm gon' take over the game
Wanna go to the west coast, it's hot in L.A
And I'm gon' fuck on this girl until 5AM
[Verse 2]
Look nigga, see I could be like Yeezy or Lil Weezy
But it ain't that easy 'cause y'all rappers cheesy
They say it's lonely, bitch it's lonely at the top
Nigga I ball til I fall so a nigga will shop til I drop
Smack her like a gangster but a nigga don't bang
Man, you get your chain snatched if your chain hang
I'm the man who get bitches cumming, glancing at clit
That ho, yeah she wit it, she won't tell a soul if I hit it
You can call me Ray J because I hit it first
Sick beats, knowledge in the rhymes, dying of thirst
A nigga ain't leaving the club until I got an ass to hit
I think it's because I'm the man wit the hottest shit
I just saw a young girl that I wanted to explore
I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you
Man, so fuckin' sick and tired of party poopers
And I copped this bitch, she look like Pabi Cooper
You want some ketchup in that ass whooping?
Bitch ass nigga, I'll whoop your ass you stupid
And I'm No. 10 ya bitch, like Wayne Rooney
I'm watching tunes but I ain't talkin' Looney
These drugs, man they be messin' with my brain
I'll go to the strip club jus' to make it rain
I don't know what got me to feel this hype
Same reason how I don't know how I fucked your type
Bitch came thru and asked me if I'm down to fuck
Now a nigga gathering up his thoughts, I'm stuck
Fucked your type at my shower man, doggystyle
And I kinda like who I am now, it's now my lifestyle
Woke up early in the mornin' and I'm making a song
Bitch woke up in my bed and she wearin' a thong
Bitch, smokin' weed and I'm high like a storm tide
I never loved you and shit, bitch you was my side
[Outro]
Yeah, y'all wondering why this song called 5am
Man, I woke up at 5am to record this shit right now
Yeah, I dreamt of lyrics and shit, yo, real talk
No cap, no fiction, no deception, no fuckin' lie
It's just the Bill Wailey speaking facts and shit
And like my nigga King Bach said and shit
It ain't 'bout the money, it's 'bout the respect, ya bitch
And shit, that's all I got right now and shit
