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Amir Arto - Five O Grams Lyrics

[Intro: Damned Ma$ih]
We got Pooyan on the track

[Verse 1: Arto]
Yeah, still the best, I'm not what you made
So paranoid, keep a knife on my fucking bed
Nah, they don't know me but I used to call 'em fans
What you cannot do I can
Tell these niggas I'm the motherfucking man
Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em, swingin' like a helicupter
Got this choppas on me like the shotties, I got hella commas
I need more than all these tens and hunnids wanna get them thousands
Motherfuckers on the shooty comin' up and down the mountains
Don't you look at all these nudies on my skin
Got a Dildo, got a M4, you come to me, you dead
All these motherfuckers come around they claiming that they friends
But if you think that you my nigga gotta take one to the head bitch
Come with Pooyan see them monkies on you
Big size guns make these niggas wish that they never exist
First we came up broke and ain't got any pot to piss in
Now we took all places taking next city be the risk
Respawn in the hills feeling wonderful
Worry 'bout no lockdown hanging on the store
Just gave a dealer 50 grams
Now I'm back to my penthouse cooking nuggets while my music playing on the stove
[Hook: Bluvercetti]
Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'
Settled every beef, they want none mo'
Motherfuckers run to the Five-O
Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O
Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'
Settled every beef, they want none mo'
Motherfuckers run to the Five-O
Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O

[Verse 2: YRZ Momed]
Too skilled in this bitch bitch bitch
Cut-Off in your crib, ویژ ویژ ویژ
I don't like her cuz she a bitch bitch bitch
These boys talkin' but they ain't shit shit shit
Got my own heist, opps get sliced
Your sis saw my dick and said nice
Mumblin' YRZ like 21
MMBRXX album, make 'em stun
One, two, three, hit 'em with the Kurdi
Drive-by with my extended 40
Arto comes with brand new Quik
Drippin' عفونت on these niggas with his dick
Vercetti drillin', معجون spillin'
Rest in peace to the ones I'm killin'
Hit your face you can't even feel it
'85 Toyota, so I fill it
Momed with the juice, certified by PRA
Doers on the scene, we like CIA
SSZ squad we are fucking demons
I don't like outsiders, for no reason
4 seasons of the year, that's Zabool Season
In the stu with homies we just beaming
Imagine being with us, bitch stop dreaming
[Interlude: SFPD emergency]
Important messages will follow after the tone
*Beep*

[Hook: Bluvercetti]
Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'
Settled every beef, they want none mo'
Motherfuckers run to the Five-O
Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O
Keep a nine on me, I got nine mo'
Settled every beef, they want none mo'
Motherfuckers run to the Five-O
Make 'em motherfuckers to the Five-O