5 Star - Walk it out

Nigga tryna talk it out, but they ain't nothin' to talk about
Hit him with a two two three bullet, make him walk it out
Niggas steady talkin' bout its smoke, I put that fire out

Up the chopper on a nigga, cousin now they quiet now
Fuck hitting him where it hurts, I'm tryna put him in the dirt
Bitch, I'm five star, known for puttin' niggas on a shirt
And you can't , be a flunky whole, team puttin' in work

Nigga, the type to switch up on his own, homies, how that work
Nigga tryna test me? Bitch, you better know your worth
Two two three bullets, hit him fast, take him off the earth
Opps goin' out hella bad, chopper go berserk

You better up fast, cuz lil' nigga, I shoot first
Yo mama raised a bitch, lil' nigga, the truth hurts
It's already bad, lil' nigga, it gets worse
Touchin' hella bread, lil' nigga, I got a curse

Spinning blocks hella early, you can hear the birds chirp
Nigga tryna talk it out, but they ain't nothin' to talk about
Hit him with a two two three bullet, make him walk it out
Niggas steady talkin' bout its smoke, I put that fire out

Up the chopper on a nigga, cousin now they, they quiet now
Fuck hitting him where it hurts, I'm tryna put him in the dirt
Bitch, I'm five star, known for puttin' niggas on the shirt
And you can't, be a flunky whole, team puttin' in work

Nigga the type to switch up on his own homies, how that work

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