(5Star STS nigga)
(My nigga Corn made this bitch, nigga)
Windows down after a hotbox, look like the whip on fire
Check engine light just came on, I can't get no higher
We got white runtz in this bitch nigga, some pink runtz
Look
Phone jumpin like it's bounceland
Could've came with us to the top, why you doubt damn
Made em empty out his pockets, he was outmanned
Practice makes perfect, I can score the ball without fans
Riding round in turbans, tryna turn em to a urban myth
Trust yo gut she stabbed me in my back, I knew I heard a hiss
Get yo shit stole at the pump, better pay inside
Can sleep when I'm dead, time is money I can't wait in line
At the BNB gang in the back smoking
Can't afford no top shelf, you been black smoking
I been stacking everything I touch cause I'm back focused
You can't never run a play right cause you lack motion
Heard my ex passed her nursing test, bitch you should've failed
Walking down a hundred flights of stairs, bitch you should've fell
Allat overthinking really made me hate the bitch
But sometimes I reminisce an smile how she ate the dick
Everybody doing them, time to do me
Aiming at a nigga rim with this 23
Me & DJ running out with giffies, we was too geeked
Some niggas never make it out the game, they be too deep
Camp out and park a nigga in his driveway
Bro ah put you six feet, this nigga 5'8
Fresh off a pumpkin man tryna drive straight
BackdoorK, if you do know you dying fake
Lemme catch you walking, be done did em bad
Fetching for a bone, sending lil bro to get his ass
Push a nigga shit back, bet I get a flag
If I'm by a PNC, I guarantee I'm ina mask
Five whips skirting down his block, he done hit the flash
Night-mode we in all black finna hit the flash
In Utah with the mailman, but still can't let you get a pass
Suck the dick good & get paid with my tricking ass
Fixed now I remember I was ina cast
Sig hit his eye, gone be closed when he ina cask
Young dog keep the ruler on him when he sit in class
Brodie throwing bullets like he Cam, score an hit the dab
(Aye)
(Throwing bullets like he Cam, score & hit the dab)
5Star STS shit
We the best shit
Hit em in his chest bitch
Niggas hoes man
F*ck you talking bout nigga
5SB Corn & 5SB Silk - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT Lyrics
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(5Star STS nigga)
(My nigga Corn made this bitch, nigga)
Windows down after a hotbox, look like the whip on fire
Check engine light just came on, I can't get no higher
We got white runtz in this bitch nigga, some pink runtz
Look
Phone jumpin like it's bounceland
Could've came with us to the top, why you doubt damn
Made em empty out his pockets, he was outmanned
Practice makes perfect, I can score the ball without fans
Riding round in turbans, tryna turn em to a urban myth
Trust yo gut she stabbed me in my back, I knew I heard a hiss
Get yo shit stole at the pump, better pay inside
Can sleep when I'm dead, time is money I can't wait in line
At the BNB gang in the back smoking
Can't afford no top shelf, you been black smoking
I been stacking everything I touch cause I'm back focused
You can't never run a play right cause you lack motion
Heard my ex passed her nursing test, bitch you should've failed
Walking down a hundred flights of stairs, bitch you should've fell
Allat overthinking really made me hate the bitch
But sometimes I reminisce an smile how she ate the dick
Everybody doing them, time to do me
Aiming at a nigga rim with this 23
Me & DJ running out with giffies, we was too geeked
Some niggas never make it out the game, they be too deep
Camp out and park a nigga in his driveway
Bro ah put you six feet, this nigga 5'8
Fresh off a pumpkin man tryna drive straight
BackdoorK, if you do know you dying fake
Lemme catch you walking, be done did em bad
Fetching for a bone, sending lil bro to get his ass
Push a nigga shit back, bet I get a flag
If I'm by a PNC, I guarantee I'm ina mask
Five whips skirting down his block, he done hit the flash
Night-mode we in all black finna hit the flash
In Utah with the mailman, but still can't let you get a pass
Suck the dick good & get paid with my tricking ass
Fixed now I remember I was ina cast
Sig hit his eye, gone be closed when he ina cask
Young dog keep the ruler on him when he sit in class
Brodie throwing bullets like he Cam, score an hit the dab
(Aye)
(Throwing bullets like he Cam, score & hit the dab)
5Star STS shit
We the best shit
Hit em in his chest bitch
Niggas hoes man
F*ck you talking bout nigga
(My nigga Corn made this bitch, nigga)
Windows down after a hotbox, look like the whip on fire
Check engine light just came on, I can't get no higher
We got white runtz in this bitch nigga, some pink runtz
Look
Phone jumpin like it's bounceland
Could've came with us to the top, why you doubt damn
Made em empty out his pockets, he was outmanned
Practice makes perfect, I can score the ball without fans
Riding round in turbans, tryna turn em to a urban myth
Trust yo gut she stabbed me in my back, I knew I heard a hiss
Get yo shit stole at the pump, better pay inside
Can sleep when I'm dead, time is money I can't wait in line
At the BNB gang in the back smoking
Can't afford no top shelf, you been black smoking
I been stacking everything I touch cause I'm back focused
You can't never run a play right cause you lack motion
Heard my ex passed her nursing test, bitch you should've failed
Walking down a hundred flights of stairs, bitch you should've fell
Allat overthinking really made me hate the bitch
But sometimes I reminisce an smile how she ate the dick
Everybody doing them, time to do me
Aiming at a nigga rim with this 23
Me & DJ running out with giffies, we was too geeked
Some niggas never make it out the game, they be too deep
Camp out and park a nigga in his driveway
Bro ah put you six feet, this nigga 5'8
Fresh off a pumpkin man tryna drive straight
BackdoorK, if you do know you dying fake
Lemme catch you walking, be done did em bad
Fetching for a bone, sending lil bro to get his ass
Push a nigga shit back, bet I get a flag
If I'm by a PNC, I guarantee I'm ina mask
Five whips skirting down his block, he done hit the flash
Night-mode we in all black finna hit the flash
In Utah with the mailman, but still can't let you get a pass
Suck the dick good & get paid with my tricking ass
Fixed now I remember I was ina cast
Sig hit his eye, gone be closed when he ina cask
Young dog keep the ruler on him when he sit in class
Brodie throwing bullets like he Cam, score an hit the dab
(Aye)
(Throwing bullets like he Cam, score & hit the dab)
5Star STS shit
We the best shit
Hit em in his chest bitch
Niggas hoes man
F*ck you talking bout nigga
Writer: 5SB Silk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid