5Star STS nigga
Yop
Step up on the scene now it's shit on the floor like my shoes muddy
Took the scat off the road this a dune buggy
You don't got $1,000 how can you judge me?
Glizzy hit his back and his hip it made dude dougie
We been on the road but I'm tryna get some show money
Got the rifle with the scope like I'm doe hunting
Two deep in Faru finna blow hunnids
Stop speaking on a nigga life you don't know nothing
What these niggas on? What you tryna see?
Look I be out way I'm on the road, smoke a lot of weed
They say backdoe like the landlord he got a lot of keys
And my niggas ain't really scared of shit like who the f*ck is he?
And we getting off exotic Ps
Spent 1017 on this Gucci Mane
You know Buck be with grams think he Louie Ray
Baby I was with the Ish but yo doonie stank
.762s out the drac shooting through a tank
Hit his head, back, shoulder, we got straps
Hunnid rounds on the chop, you should know that we don't lack
Specialize in defense know we quick at getting back
STS but I feel like GMO I'm getting stax
Really got it out the mud like I'm Shrek
Brodie slamming on they block like he Shaq
Take that vest off we aiming for that neck
Gotta take bro to Lids everytime he catch a hat
Hit his top, left the spital looking like a sloth
Brodie been finessing scripts with a light cough
Bands on me, if it's nice outside I just might walk
We been horsing him for years cut it with the hype talk
Unless you gone do some shit about it
Drive up roll the window down throw some shit up out it
Lotta obstacles was in the way, I had to get around it
50 round wet his whole whip leave a nigga drowning
Don't be stressing bout these hoes get yo bread up
Today I feel like knocking niggas out so keep yo head up
I want the whole damn thing even the bread crust
Shit I told you was declassified you f*ck with Ned huh?
If you wanna get right, nigga tap in
When you start to rap they gone remember you from back then
Loving on that slut now you trapped in
An I ain't never smoking in the whip if it ain't backed in
On yo block boy when we shoot it ain't a dance
So many clips in this bitch it's a movie in my pants
I can't let that diss go, I get groovy with these hands
Posted at that Citgo blew that nigga with a fan
They ah win the lotto before they put it on the floor
This bitch shooting potholes ah leave yo bumper in the road
Can't get caught at red lights when we sitting we just go
Bubble gummy he in a dish I made this glizzy tap his toe
STS Buck - Redlight Freestyle (feat. 5SB Silk, 468snupe & Solo) Lyrics
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5Star STS nigga
Yop
Step up on the scene now it's shit on the floor like my shoes muddy
Took the scat off the road this a dune buggy
You don't got $1,000 how can you judge me?
Glizzy hit his back and his hip it made dude dougie
We been on the road but I'm tryna get some show money
Got the rifle with the scope like I'm doe hunting
Two deep in Faru finna blow hunnids
Stop speaking on a nigga life you don't know nothing
What these niggas on? What you tryna see?
Look I be out way I'm on the road, smoke a lot of weed
They say backdoe like the landlord he got a lot of keys
And my niggas ain't really scared of shit like who the f*ck is he?
And we getting off exotic Ps
Spent 1017 on this Gucci Mane
You know Buck be with grams think he Louie Ray
Baby I was with the Ish but yo doonie stank
.762s out the drac shooting through a tank
Hit his head, back, shoulder, we got straps
Hunnid rounds on the chop, you should know that we don't lack
Specialize in defense know we quick at getting back
STS but I feel like GMO I'm getting stax
Really got it out the mud like I'm Shrek
Brodie slamming on they block like he Shaq
Take that vest off we aiming for that neck
Gotta take bro to Lids everytime he catch a hat
Hit his top, left the spital looking like a sloth
Brodie been finessing scripts with a light cough
Bands on me, if it's nice outside I just might walk
We been horsing him for years cut it with the hype talk
Unless you gone do some shit about it
Drive up roll the window down throw some shit up out it
Lotta obstacles was in the way, I had to get around it
50 round wet his whole whip leave a nigga drowning
Don't be stressing bout these hoes get yo bread up
Today I feel like knocking niggas out so keep yo head up
I want the whole damn thing even the bread crust
Shit I told you was declassified you f*ck with Ned huh?
If you wanna get right, nigga tap in
When you start to rap they gone remember you from back then
Loving on that slut now you trapped in
An I ain't never smoking in the whip if it ain't backed in
On yo block boy when we shoot it ain't a dance
So many clips in this bitch it's a movie in my pants
I can't let that diss go, I get groovy with these hands
Posted at that Citgo blew that nigga with a fan
They ah win the lotto before they put it on the floor
This bitch shooting potholes ah leave yo bumper in the road
Can't get caught at red lights when we sitting we just go
Bubble gummy he in a dish I made this glizzy tap his toe
Yop
Step up on the scene now it's shit on the floor like my shoes muddy
Took the scat off the road this a dune buggy
You don't got $1,000 how can you judge me?
Glizzy hit his back and his hip it made dude dougie
We been on the road but I'm tryna get some show money
Got the rifle with the scope like I'm doe hunting
Two deep in Faru finna blow hunnids
Stop speaking on a nigga life you don't know nothing
What these niggas on? What you tryna see?
Look I be out way I'm on the road, smoke a lot of weed
They say backdoe like the landlord he got a lot of keys
And my niggas ain't really scared of shit like who the f*ck is he?
And we getting off exotic Ps
Spent 1017 on this Gucci Mane
You know Buck be with grams think he Louie Ray
Baby I was with the Ish but yo doonie stank
.762s out the drac shooting through a tank
Hit his head, back, shoulder, we got straps
Hunnid rounds on the chop, you should know that we don't lack
Specialize in defense know we quick at getting back
STS but I feel like GMO I'm getting stax
Really got it out the mud like I'm Shrek
Brodie slamming on they block like he Shaq
Take that vest off we aiming for that neck
Gotta take bro to Lids everytime he catch a hat
Hit his top, left the spital looking like a sloth
Brodie been finessing scripts with a light cough
Bands on me, if it's nice outside I just might walk
We been horsing him for years cut it with the hype talk
Unless you gone do some shit about it
Drive up roll the window down throw some shit up out it
Lotta obstacles was in the way, I had to get around it
50 round wet his whole whip leave a nigga drowning
Don't be stressing bout these hoes get yo bread up
Today I feel like knocking niggas out so keep yo head up
I want the whole damn thing even the bread crust
Shit I told you was declassified you f*ck with Ned huh?
If you wanna get right, nigga tap in
When you start to rap they gone remember you from back then
Loving on that slut now you trapped in
An I ain't never smoking in the whip if it ain't backed in
On yo block boy when we shoot it ain't a dance
So many clips in this bitch it's a movie in my pants
I can't let that diss go, I get groovy with these hands
Posted at that Citgo blew that nigga with a fan
They ah win the lotto before they put it on the floor
This bitch shooting potholes ah leave yo bumper in the road
Can't get caught at red lights when we sitting we just go
Bubble gummy he in a dish I made this glizzy tap his toe
Writer: Bryce Carter
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