In a world where shadows dance under the veil of twilight, Roddy P crafts a gritty tale that pulses with intensity and unyielding resolve. This track is a raw anthem of survival and power, where the narrator navigates a treacherous landscape draped in five percent tinted windows. The lyrics paint scenes of loyalty, danger, and unspoken codes, reflecting the life of those who thrive under pressure and embrace the gangsta lifestyle. Roddy P's vivid imagery weaves stories of feuds settled in smoke, where respect is non-negotiable, and consequences are swift. A rhythmic barrage of bravado and adrenaline bursts through each verse, encapsulating the relentless drive of someone unafraid to stake their claim and defend their territory. It's a testament to the unfiltered grit of street life, charging forward with a relentless beat and unwavering confidence.
5 Percent
Lyrics
Fuck they thought?
Five percent tint on 'em whips (whips)
Thirty some shots in 'em clips (clips)
All my niggas gangster but you know that we throwin' up Crips (Crip)
She slob and she suck on the tip
Left a lil' cum on her lip (yeah)
Left her with the gang 'cause I know that she go for the flip
Disrespect we knock ya off
In the club, bitch, we pop it off (bah)
Real nigga since day one, I move they carpet out
Need some sauce to top it off
Hoes and niggas be droppin' sauce
But that boy been a bitch back in the day made him drop it off
I'm the one they talk about (that me)
Once it's smoke nothin' to talk about (yeah)
Shoot up in ya car house, may lay outside yo' mammy house (brrt)
Slide until the sun come out, catch a opp let a hunnid out
Crime scene, yellow tape, police broke them lil' numbers out (man down)
Keep a drum then make the band, Draco chop like a ceiling fan (woo)
Any nigga want it best believe that he can get it man
Keep a drum then make the band, Draco chop like a ceiling fan (huh, for real?)
Any nigga want it best believe that he can get it man (yeah)
Don't shake no hand I shake the spot (spot)
Get the drop then we wet some blocks
Call the box, highspeed the NOS
Got away had to feed the block (skrrt)
Don't play, see bitch, I keep it cop
Stop shooting when all yo' people drop
Walk 'em down with the Draco, this what we call the dirty chop
Ain't talkin Perc' them 30 pop
Convert the way we drop this top
Don't ask am I gon' pop the Glock
Just say if you want smoke or not
Draco blow I choked him out
In a rental I'm hanging out
Five percent this bitch for the weekend, just to walk 'em down
Five percent this bitch for the weekend, just to walk 'em down
Writer(s): Breezy, Jarquarius Prewitt
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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