5 4 3 2 1 Lyrics – Offset

5 4 3 2 1 Lyrics by Offset is latest English song with music also given by Baby Keem, Jahaan Sweet, Scott Bridgeway, Mike Dean. 5 4 3 2 1 song lyrics are written by Offset, Baby Keem, Jahaan Sweet, Scott Bridgeway, Mike Dean.

5 4 3 2 1 Song Detail

5 4 3 2 1 Lyrics

Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!
Woah! Woah! let’s go

Panoramic, b!tch, I can see right through it (See it)
Smoking on cookie, it’s gas, manure (WoAah!)
Damn! threw fifty racks in a lure (Damn!)
Know we gon’ run with the pack like a wolf (Go)
Thug Life on me like I’m Tupac Shakur (Thug)
Thirty-five K for the seats on the floor (Racks)
Yes, I’m the wave, but don’t got a shore (Ha)
Staring at me, but I don’t want the whore (No)
Skrrt, almost had crashed the ‘Rari (Skrrt)
Jump off the top of the rope like Jeff Hardy (Go)
N!ggas be broke and be ready to party
Nike mask on, man, I’m feeling like Marty (Woah!)
excuse me, b!tch, don’t you be walking? (excuse me)
Don’t got no money, so you shouldn’t be talking
DM’ing me, b!tch, you know I aingt talking (HAah!)
My b!tch find out, she gon’ kill them, white chalk them (Huh!)
Shh, it’s a dead man (Dead man)
Rocks on my neck like the Flintstone, I’m Bam Bam
Ran up them M’s and I bought me the Lamb’ Lamb’
She on my d!ck, want a pic, she a fan-fan
Posting these racks but I know it’s a scam (Scam)
Don’t cuff a b!tch, I’m not selfish, I share them (Share them)
Elliot pink diamonds looking like Cam (Pink)
He acting tough but he sweeter than yams (Sweet)
Two b!tches in a Rolls Ghost and it scare them (Two)
I collect shoes and I don’t even wear them (NAah!)
Twenty-five million, I get overwhelmed
Hello (Hello?)
I want that kitty
I like b!tches thick with them lil’ bitty titties
I like b!tches rich and they know how to get it (Go)
Come from the dark, my wrist and neck is litted (Ice)
Never quit it
You n!ggas was hating, wait in line, I’m sh!tting (Wait)
You n!ggas was hating, wait in line, I’m sh!tting
You n!ggas was hating, wait in line, I’m sh!tting (Let’s go)
Ew, that’s nasty, b!tch can’t catch me (Catch me)
I’m in the Lambo’, this b!tch nasty
This a wide body and the rims look ashy (Woah!)
How did this happen? Rich n!gga habit (Rich)
N!ggas aingt eating and they blame it on fasting (Hey)
Fresh to death like I jumped out a casket (Casket)
Before the COVID-19, we was masking (Get them)
When I say spin it, that mean I’ma shoot (BAah!)
Hop out the Maybach and Prada my boot (Prada)
Thirty millions plus and I don’t wear a suit (Plus)
Bust like a gusher, you play with my group (Bust)
Singing like Usher, this chopper a fool
Hustler customers, do it for you
This n!gga broke, you snooze, you lose (Lose)
Louis V coat pocket filled with blues (Blues)
I’m outta here, five, four, three, two, one (Go)
Takeoff, touch my brother, pull a gun, baow

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