$ki Massacre - FIVE STARS FREESTYLE

Lookin' through my five-star Got your bitches in my five-star
Cappin' round to my cap-star Cut my bitches in my own bar
Still spittin' my own star Lookin' through my own passion
Cappin' round to my stashin' Stashin' down to my bastion
Lookin' through my five-star Got my six-star, five-star
Brown got a scotch, look at my thot Bet on no skii, boy
I'm down to the sock, down to the what Sippin' on what, sippin' on what
Down to the block, down to the block Lookin' to my freaky boy
Got all my stock, ayy Bitch gon' fuck, bitch gon' loose
Look at my mind and that passion, my ooh I got my bitch and I'm missin' my room
Boomin' over like I'm missin' the zoom Zoomin' so hard, Kevin, I bloom
Doin' it a hundred like I'm missin' the zoom Nothin' like I got that bitch, Grey Goose
Nothin' like I been a sippin' in a hotter than a coupe
Goop so fast, mess around so fast Nothin' like I got that bitch fuckin' around
What is that? Sippin' around, fuckin' around Got on my bitch and I'm messin' around
Round and bound, mess around with the sound Nothin' like I got that bitch on the house
Hittin' so hard and I'm messin' my style The bitch in the round like I'm messin' my out
Kippin' the watt, kippin' that five-star Fuck that bitch, cut around
Pretty boy, little boy, cup of beauty, boy Slipper boy, then they dream my boy
When I run the boy, then I kill so hard And I miss so hard, and I got my beard
And I spit it hard, and I miss my dream And I miss the bar, ayy
Round and bound up, sippin' and droppin' Now I'm skippin', skippin' and droppin
Watch me flippin
Lane, swervin', keepin' on the plane Swervin', flame, brungin
Lookin' in my mind, find a brain, brungin' Nothin' like I got that' birkin bag
Couple back on black, lift the mount, I'm the stack
Stackin' at a hundred like I'm missin' the stack
Nothin' like I keepin' at a hundred, I don't ride that thing
Like I got that bitch in the black, huh, don't
Sky to sky, skippin', skippin', I'm out of rhyme
Deep it down with my tongue twister
Nothin' like I pull it out, I don't mind if he don't rhyme
Ride so hard, mess around with the slime
And I slime it down, I mess around with the shine
Shinin' around like I'm messin' my own
Missin' around like I'm missin' my dome
Rockin' vlone, and I'm missin' my hoe
Keepin' a hundred, I'm missin' my blow
Count one, and I count twice
And I'm missin', missin' with the ring, ring, ayy
My nigga tip, look in my mind, and I'm missin' dip
Cuppin' a bitch, and I'm missin' the drip
Drippin' so hard, and I'm missin' the slip
Save it so hard, keep it so hard
Rockin' around like I'm missin' the bill
Bill was so hard, missin' the sound
Nothin' like I'm missin' rhymin' the bill
And my nigga said he got the walkin' 40 in line, I heard
Said I need two 50s, I said two on my line, I went
Down to the block, sippin' on guap
Sippin' on black, black in my mouth
Down in the stacks
Down in my own, boy
Keepin' a rack a bit
Keepin' a rack a sip
Sippin' my hat a bit
Keepin' a black bit
I'm missin' the U the turn
I'm keepin' a bitch, my bird
I'm rappin' around my birds
I'm keepin' so hard and durr
Walkin' my back my own
Walkin' my back my own
Freestyle down to my verse
Call me 0-2 Wayne
Bring that hunnid on the sling
Nothing to my mind in the block
Walkin' that bitch in the block
Five star, full star
Over a man with my five star
Fuckin' down with my five stars
Fuckin' bitches with five stars
Keep a bitch in my own bar
Keep a hunnid on my own slot
Look around with my car parked
Kids fightin', that's my car

Written by:
Jonathan Alvarez-Perez

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