SPLXT, Yung Rare - 5 SECONDS Lyrics

You got five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two
Five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two
So you've been Counting racks
Up is how you act
I don't wanna chat
You should dip the scene
Cuz if you don't dispatch
I forgot to hit the pack
Switch up I'm bout to snap
Smoke you like nicotine
You got more second to cherish ya life
If ever you're thinking of dissing the set
Driving a hearse Like a curse uncontrollable
Imma keep putting these Niggas to rest
Harder to kill me when part of my Fit is a vest
Grippin a tech I deliver a Vision of death
Trippin Imma check and Y'all better Get it correct
I got bullet so this cat and his dog could visit a vet
RUN UP RUN UP
You'll get jumped in the street
That's the price you gotta pay homie nothing is free
That's why I'm clutching this heat
Hot as a hundred degrees
I'm Feeling one with the beast
And Now you're running from me
I Provide weapons
What a wonderful guy surprised to find
That he don't have a Crime record
Third time is the charm you're subjected to harm
When you're falling for My methods
You might recognize not a minute from the moment
That I step in to vibe check him
You got five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two
Five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two

You got five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two
Five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two
So you've been Counting racks
Up is how you act
I don't wanna chat
You should dip the scene
Cuz if you don't dispatch
I forgot to hit the pack
Switch up I'm bout to snap
Smoke you like nicotine
You got more second to cherish ya life
If ever you're thinking of dissing the set
Driving a hearse Like a curse uncontrollable
Imma keep putting these Niggas to rest
Harder to kill me when part of my Fit is a vest
Grippin a tech I deliver a Vision of death
Trippin Imma check and Y'all better Get it correct
I got bullet so this cat and his dog could visit a vet
RUN UP RUN UP
You'll get jumped in the street
That's the price you gotta pay homie nothing is free
That's why I'm clutching this heat
Hot as a hundred degrees
I'm Feeling one with the beast
And Now you're running from me
I Provide weapons
What a wonderful guy surprised to find
That he don't have a Crime record
Third time is the charm you're subjected to harm
When you're falling for My methods
You might recognize not a minute from the moment
That I step in to vibe check him
You got five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two
Five seconds, not a minute to think
You got five seconds, don't try fucking with me
You got five seconds, tell me what it's gon be
You got five
Four
Three
Two