Fifth Day Dead Lyrics – Young Thug

Fifth Day Dead Lyrics by Young Thug is the latest English song from “Punk”. The lyrics were written by Wwatt, Louis Bell, Young Thug while the song is produced by Louis Bell, Watt.

“Fifth Day Dead” Track Info:

Fifth Day Dead Lyrics

(Yeah! Oh! No)
(Yeah! Oh! No)
(Yeah! Oh! No)
(Yeah! Yeah! Oh! No)
(Tell Me, Oh! No)
(Say, Oh! No)
(Yeah!)

Moncler Coat ‘Cuz I’m The Coldest Out
I Had 20 Thousand Pints Sealed In A Drought
Tore Your B***h In The Corner
Me And The Dogs Getting After Her
Got Twenty-Seven Colors, This Versace Couch
I Got It From Birdman, Out Of His Miami Spot
I Told The B***h Don’t Call Me, She A Miami Thot
They Hate To See You Racking, Big Gold Patek’s Rose Gold
White Diamonds On My Wrist, It’s Like My Main B***h Told
I Caught A Cop Out For The Benz, That Winter Was Cold
I Got A Lot Of Thots, But Got Respect For My Hoes
I Got A Lot Of Spots To Recess For All My Kids In The Back
Playground School Full Of Teachers Asking
Why I Love Them Brats

Got Big Baguettes Sitting On My Neck
I Told It To My Dawgs, I Told The Feds
F**k All The Opps, They Can’t See S**t Like This
I F**ked Her Hard, I Put That B***h To Bed
I Called Them Up And Told Him What He Said
He Text Me Back Five Days And He Was Dead
I Told Him Bring My Skeletons Out The Shed
I Been Sipping On Wock This Ain’t No Red

Passport Shawty, I Can Take This B***h Places
High Heel Chanel, Oh! She Rockin’ Big Aces
A P***y N*g** Wish He Could Trade Places
I Told A N*g** You Must Be Kidding, I’m Going Maison
I Called My Watch Stupid ‘Cuz The Time Froze
150 For My Tooth And When I Find Hoes
My N*g**s Smoke Biscotti, Not The Pine Cone
My N*g** Jimbo Did A Dime, Now He Back Home

I Be Counting Money All Night Long
And To My Dawgs Who Can’t Fall Off No More
I Used To Walk Down, Buyin’ Out The Store
Her Body Was Natural, Now She Plastic, She A Barbie

Got Big Baguettes Sitting On My Neck
I Told It To My Dawgs, I Told The Feds
F**k All The Opps, They Can’t See S**t Like This
I F**ked Her Hard, I Put That B***h To Bed
I Called Them Up And Told Him What He Said
He Text Me Back Five Days And He Was Dead
I Told Him Bring My Skeletons Out The Shed
I Been Sipping On Wock This Ain’t No Red

(Yeah! Oh! No)
(Yeah! Oh! No)
(Yeah! Oh! No)
(Yeah! Yeah! Oh! No)
(Tell Me, Oh! No)
(Say, Oh! No)
(Yeah! Yeah!)

“Fifth Day Dead” Music Video