FIVESEVEN Lyrics (English Translation) – LAJA | With Meaning

Read the full FIVESEVEN (English Translation) lyrics by LAJA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Laja’s music, you can also explore INSIDIOSO and NADIE TA FRIO, two other songs by Laja.

[Intro]
Yo, pass me that blunt right there, pass me that blunt
It’s Kosfinger, baby

[Post-Chorus]
Blood-red dracos, they look like twins
Black cars rolling, we slide on them
Choppas echo through their blocks again
Remember that mark, that brand on them
You strapped up? So what—yeah, we got them too
Got the young ones saying “that’s the move”
They wanna light it up ‘til they end up jailed
[Chorus]
Five-Seven, that thing ain’t right, they been dozing off (Ha, haha)
Yeah, yeah, they been dozing off (Damn right, they fading out)
That thing ain’t right, they been dozing off
I’m good for the loss with the note I got
The gang in the room playing Nintendo
Couple from the party lighting ZaZa smoke
I want the streets, I don’t know ‘bout you—let’s go, turututu
One headshot, lights go out, baby shark, turututu

[Verse]
Got the Percs and the Tutu, we’ll smoke you for acting fake, dude
What we gotta talk about? (What we gotta talk about?)
Nah—what’s there to say, for real?
Too much traffic, hop on the scooter
His mom crying like La Llorona
“Where are my sons?”—that’s La Llorona
We tell her straight, yeah, it’s your time
You wanna shoot? Gotta wait in line
Shooters pulled up with the new wave
Oiling the pistol, bumping a track
Three shootouts in under an hour
I’m recording this with three pistols strapped
Dropped three Percs with Coca-Cola

They calling me, telling me check the time
We heading out to test the tool
She texting me saying she feels alone
On my name, she working that thing
Draco magazine wood-tone brown
Cars vibrating, soundtrack loud
After I shoot, ZaZa roll me out
Straight from the block, she pours me shots
She froze up from the cold of the steel
Calling me late night, wants me to eat it
(That b!tch)

[Bridge]
Five-Seven
Woah, Five-Seven
(—)
Big Bala

[Post-Chorus]
Blood-red dracos, they look like twins
Black cars rolling, we slide on them
Choppas echo through their blocks again
Remember that mark, that brand on them
You strapped up? So what—yeah, we got them too
Got the young ones saying “that’s the move”
They wanna light it up ‘til they end up jailed

[Outro]
Five-Seven
It’s Kosfinger, baby