Five-star STS nigga
This some real shit I wasn't turnt until I seen a couple commas
Who is this shit I almost threw some bullets in Mazda
Tryna leave a nigga wit his arms crossed like wakonda
I'm on any nigga block wit that 9 igudala
Ian know he tryna beef that boy look pussy as a bitch
You a hang wit anybody niggas rookie as a bitch
My nigga corn rockin carti ain't no lookin at his wrist
Ten milli bitch a leave u wit a whoopin in a ditch
Ain't no tag on my toe it's a tag on my kicks
Niggas mad cause I really spend a stack on a fit
Better gimme 6 feet when this bag get unzipped
Use my feet let a nigga feel the mag then then I dip
Nigga Ian playin games but I'm tryna leave yo coupe riddled
Been left the court but tell that bitch I'm tryna hoop wit em
Never liked dice games but I'm tryna shoot wit em
Bro did a show got off the stage n it was 2 victims
Foreal shit get crazy in the murder mitten
Lotta shots flyin lotta guns clickin
You outside but don't wanna get fried better run chicken
You get locked up u can't snitch that shit come wit it
Swing on me I up switch he think he fightin wit the flash
45 a have a nigga whip shakin til it crash
See a opp n throw a dime the only way they get pass
Put some shells in his head he think Jamaicans on his ass
All u niggas really bitches off a bean doin dirt
All facts no cap it's was feins in my church
You get wacked everybody buyin tees like it's merch
My lil nigga head huntin of some lean & a perc
Yop
How u doin allat talkin then u go hide
Bag back for i count to 3 then up 45
Aflac make a nigga duck playin both sides
If my nigga wanna put u down we gone both slide
Fire heads got me bout to drop a chains feel like ghost rider
Bitch I'm really sweet ain never had a ghost writer
Talkin on the web then got ate he a whole spider
Yea my nigga gotta dodge the hook but he ain't no fighter
Better take it as a lesson u a victim to a scam
Get the cheese then say happy thanksgiving to the hams
Real za bitch n all my woods pearled like a clam
Free Cobb imma say it til they let him out that jam
Yop Free Cobb nigga
Yop
Five-star nigga huh
Come f*ck wit us
Yop
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Five-star STS nigga
This some real shit I wasn't turnt until I seen a couple commas
Who is this shit I almost threw some bullets in Mazda
Tryna leave a nigga wit his arms crossed like wakonda
I'm on any nigga block wit that 9 igudala
Ian know he tryna beef that boy look pussy as a bitch
You a hang wit anybody niggas rookie as a bitch
My nigga corn rockin carti ain't no lookin at his wrist
Ten milli bitch a leave u wit a whoopin in a ditch
Ain't no tag on my toe it's a tag on my kicks
Niggas mad cause I really spend a stack on a fit
Better gimme 6 feet when this bag get unzipped
Use my feet let a nigga feel the mag then then I dip
Nigga Ian playin games but I'm tryna leave yo coupe riddled
Been left the court but tell that bitch I'm tryna hoop wit em
Never liked dice games but I'm tryna shoot wit em
Bro did a show got off the stage n it was 2 victims
Foreal shit get crazy in the murder mitten
Lotta shots flyin lotta guns clickin
You outside but don't wanna get fried better run chicken
You get locked up u can't snitch that shit come wit it
Swing on me I up switch he think he fightin wit the flash
45 a have a nigga whip shakin til it crash
See a opp n throw a dime the only way they get pass
Put some shells in his head he think Jamaicans on his ass
All u niggas really bitches off a bean doin dirt
All facts no cap it's was feins in my church
You get wacked everybody buyin tees like it's merch
My lil nigga head huntin of some lean & a perc
Yop
How u doin allat talkin then u go hide
Bag back for i count to 3 then up 45
Aflac make a nigga duck playin both sides
If my nigga wanna put u down we gone both slide
Fire heads got me bout to drop a chains feel like ghost rider
Bitch I'm really sweet ain never had a ghost writer
Talkin on the web then got ate he a whole spider
Yea my nigga gotta dodge the hook but he ain't no fighter
Better take it as a lesson u a victim to a scam
Get the cheese then say happy thanksgiving to the hams
Real za bitch n all my woods pearled like a clam
Free Cobb imma say it til they let him out that jam
Yop Free Cobb nigga
Yop
Five-star nigga huh
Come f*ck wit us
Yop
This some real shit I wasn't turnt until I seen a couple commas
Who is this shit I almost threw some bullets in Mazda
Tryna leave a nigga wit his arms crossed like wakonda
I'm on any nigga block wit that 9 igudala
Ian know he tryna beef that boy look pussy as a bitch
You a hang wit anybody niggas rookie as a bitch
My nigga corn rockin carti ain't no lookin at his wrist
Ten milli bitch a leave u wit a whoopin in a ditch
Ain't no tag on my toe it's a tag on my kicks
Niggas mad cause I really spend a stack on a fit
Better gimme 6 feet when this bag get unzipped
Use my feet let a nigga feel the mag then then I dip
Nigga Ian playin games but I'm tryna leave yo coupe riddled
Been left the court but tell that bitch I'm tryna hoop wit em
Never liked dice games but I'm tryna shoot wit em
Bro did a show got off the stage n it was 2 victims
Foreal shit get crazy in the murder mitten
Lotta shots flyin lotta guns clickin
You outside but don't wanna get fried better run chicken
You get locked up u can't snitch that shit come wit it
Swing on me I up switch he think he fightin wit the flash
45 a have a nigga whip shakin til it crash
See a opp n throw a dime the only way they get pass
Put some shells in his head he think Jamaicans on his ass
All u niggas really bitches off a bean doin dirt
All facts no cap it's was feins in my church
You get wacked everybody buyin tees like it's merch
My lil nigga head huntin of some lean & a perc
Yop
How u doin allat talkin then u go hide
Bag back for i count to 3 then up 45
Aflac make a nigga duck playin both sides
If my nigga wanna put u down we gone both slide
Fire heads got me bout to drop a chains feel like ghost rider
Bitch I'm really sweet ain never had a ghost writer
Talkin on the web then got ate he a whole spider
Yea my nigga gotta dodge the hook but he ain't no fighter
Better take it as a lesson u a victim to a scam
Get the cheese then say happy thanksgiving to the hams
Real za bitch n all my woods pearled like a clam
Free Cobb imma say it til they let him out that jam
Yop Free Cobb nigga
Yop
Five-star nigga huh
Come f*ck wit us
Yop
Writer: Bryce Carter
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