I got 5 by NolaPlug - Zona

I got 5 by NolaPlug - Zona

Lyrics

[Intro – slow second-line snare, brass tease]

Yeah, cher… creep on in, baby

Ridin’ high on the load, but I’m broke tonight

All I got is five… I got five, I got five… grrt!

[Chorus – raspy chant, brass swell]

I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on the load, fentanyl in the weed

I got five on the load, stuck like glue, drip bussin’

I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick, bet

[Verse 1 – low growl, swampy flute]

Plug, hand me the pack, I might just chill

But I’m the type to lace a joint like Luniz , real

Steal dozas, spit when I puff angel dust

Dipped in heroine, no ick, sus if you can’t trust

Roll fat in the back of the 23 Range, black as night

Roll tight, roll right, roll strange, all tight

Coke lines on the dash, fent in the blunt

Heroine in the hempa, burn slow, no front

I got five on the load, Qyat, coke, or dust

GOAT rizz in the boot, Van Cleef dripping on the crust

Creole queen whisper, “Papi, let the gumbo cook”

Gumbo thick, but the draco in the book

I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on the load, angel dust with the weed

I got five on the load, stuck, drip on fleek

I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick

[Chorus – crowd call & response]

I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on the load, fentanyl in the weed

I got five on the load, stuck like glue, drip bussin’

I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick, bet

[Verse 2 – bounce tempo, trumpet riffs]

Take a line to the face whenever I can

Fuck a crush, sniff coke till it burn my hand, real

Next time roll it in a doza to burn slow

No ick in the ash, brah, you know how it go

Shorties wanna hit, but they gotta pitch in, no cap

Roll a blunt longer than your extension, snap

I’ll be damned if you get high off me for free

Fuck that, bring your own load, chief

Wassup? Don’t babysit, pass the joint

Stop hittin’ if you sus, you got asthma, move

Crack a forty open, homie, and guzzle it

Weed in my system lonely, but the fent keep it company

Gumbo on the stove, dripping sauce on the load

Gotta take a piss test for my P.O.

(Get out my store!)

Man, I ain’t trippin’

I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on the load, heroine with the weed

I got five on the load, stuck, drip on fleek

I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick

[Chorus – brass roar, crowd chant]

I got five on the load, grab your four, let’s get keyed

I got five on the load, fentanyl in the weed

I got five on the load, stuck like glue, drip bussin’

I got five on the load, potna, half on the brick, bet

[Outro – brass fade, 808 rumble]

Yeah… bet, cher

I got five on the load (five on the load)

I got five on the load (five on the load)

I got five on the load (five on the load)

I got five on the load (five on the load)

GOAT rizz, no ick… gumbo dripping, NOLA forever, baby.