Toosii - 5 Stars

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Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps
Mama tellin' me, "Don't ride with that"
We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back
But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack
We go up like GPAs
This ain't no GTA, but my youngin got five stars
I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads
Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride
My youngins don't play no ball, but bitch, we base slide
See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind
Fly so much, I swear I hate time
Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine
Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
She burning, gotta flame on
You ain't down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on?
You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
Shit, it's cool, should've knew the game, huh?
Just know when I get up, I'ma be the same one

Grinded harder than hard, that's how I started it
Put a Glock .19 in my starter kit
Uh, tryna put my hood on, flood it all with bricks
Bro stuck in the chain gang, he go hard with licks
Know how we do shit, we go hard with sticks
Babe, that's how hard we hit
And a nigga just ate at Ruth Chris with a thick bitch, not a toothpick (uh)
I cut my main off 'cause he useless (uh)
Showed him how to get rackades
And his main focus was to fuck a bitch off of Backpage
Not a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way
Got on my shit, I copped a Demon, now he say I act fake
She ain't fuckin', she gotta skate like she at Cascade
Can't wait 'til they let Hell Rell up out that cell, I'll let the sack wait
You ain't workin' two times harder than them, then how you jack gang?
And you 'posed to be my main, how the fuck I watch a jack trade? (Yeah)

Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps
Mama tellin' me, "Don't ride with that"
We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back
But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack
We go up like GPAs
This ain't no GTA, but my youngin got five stars
I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads
Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride
My youngins don't play no ball, but bitch, we base slide
See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind
Fly so much, I swear I hate time
Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine
Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
She burning, gotta flame on
You ain't down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on?
You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
Shit, it's cool, should've knew the game, huh?
Just know when I get up, I'ma be the same one

My sister boyfriend a bitch
Said she 'bout to have twins and he ain't raisin' shit
Shit, I told her, "Fuck it, that's why a nigga got rich"
Say he know where I live, so I don't hide the glick
He don't know the gang and how we ride with blicks
And I know that he a hoe and he ain't sliding shit
Twenty shots cool, but shit, we ride with dicks
Niggas hate, so they be riding dick
Tryna be cool, you spun the block, got your top shotta hit
You fucked around, got toe-tagged
Hoe ragged just to get your hoe bagged, yeah
Fly nigga like me, you won't get your hoe back
I'm from the slums, so I need more racks
Toot'll get 'em dead, thought you know that
Still'll hit the club and do my bop like I was Kodak
They stole my flow, can I get my flow back?
Copped a rental, but it had no tag
We gon' hit his head, but we had no mask
From the land, ain't talkin' no man

Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps
Mama tellin' me, "Don't ride with that"
We gon' slide first, ain't no slidin' back
But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack
We go up like GPAs
This ain't no GTA, but my youngin got five stars
I been stayin' in five-stars, tryna fuck on five broads
Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I'm in the whip with it, let the bass ride
My youngins don't play no ball, but bitch, we base slide
See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain't blind
Fly so much, I swear I hate time
Nut in six seconds 'cause she hate Vine
Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime
She burning, gotta flame on
You ain't down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on?
You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?
Shit, it's cool, should've knew the game, huh?
Just know when I get up, I'ma be the same one

Written by:
Eric Foley, Naujour Grainger, Nduwimana Daniel, Rudolph Levell

Publisher:
Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave

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