Toosii – 5 Stars Lyrics

5 Stars By Toosii

Uh

Oh

Okay

Uh

Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps

Mama tellin’ me, “Don’t ride with that”

We gon’ slide first, ain’t no slidin’ back

But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack

We go up like GPAs

This ain’t no GTA, but my youngin got five stars

I been stayin’ in five-stars, tryna f— on five broads

Blitz, n—-, get you hit, n—-, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride

My youngins don’t play no ball, but b—-, we base slide

See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain’t blind

Fly so much, I swear I hate time

Nut in six seconds ’cause she hate Vine

N—– so broke, that should be a hate crime

She burning, gotta flame on

You ain’t down to work, why the f— would I put a lame on?

You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?

S—, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?

Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one

Grinded harder than hard, that’s how I started it

Put a Glock 19 in my starter kit

Uh, tryna put my hood on, flood it all with bricks

Bro stuck in the chain gang, he go hard with licks

Know how we do s—, we go hard with sticks

Babe, that’s how hard we hit

And a n—- just ate at Ruth Chris with a thick b—-, not a toothpick (Uh)

I cut my main off ’cause he useless (Uh)

Showed him how to get rackades

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And his main focus was to f— a b—- off of Backpage

Not a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way

Got on my s—, I copped a Demon, now he say I act fake

She ain’t f—–’, she gotta skate like she at Cascade

Can’t wait ’til they let Hell Rell up out that cell, I’ll let the sack wait

You ain’t workin’ two times harder than them, then how you jack gang?

And you ‘posed to be my main, how the f— I watch a jack trade? (Yeah)

Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps

Mama tellin’ me, “Don’t ride with that”

We gon’ slide first, ain’t no slidin’ back

But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack

We go up like GPAs

This ain’t no GTA, but my youngin got five stars

I been stayin’ in five-stars, tryna f— on five broads

Blitz, n—-, get you hit, n—-, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride

My youngins don’t play no ball, but b—-, we base slide

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See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain’t blind

Fly so much, I swear I hate time

Nut in six seconds ’cause she hate Vine

N—– so broke, that should be a hate crime

She burning, gotta flame on

You ain’t down to work, why the f— would I put a lame on?

You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?

S—, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?

Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one

My sister boyfriend a b—-

Said she ’bout to have twins and he ain’t raisin’ s—

S—, I told her, “F— it, that’s why a n—- got rich”

Say he know where I live, so I don’t hide the glick

He don’t know the gang and how we ride with blicks

And I know that he a ho and he ain’t sliding s—

Twenty shots cool, but s—, we ride with dicks

N—– hate, so they be riding d—

Tryna be cool, you spun the block, got your top shotta hit

You f—– around, got toe-tagged

Ho ragged just to get your ho bagged, yeah

Fly n—- like me, you won’t get your ho back

I’m from the slums, so I need more racks

Toot’ll get ’em dead, thought you know that

Still’ll hit the club and do my bop like I was Kodak

They stole my flow, can I get my flow back?

Copped a rental, but it had no tag

We gon’ hit his head, but we had no mask

From the land, ain’t talkin’ no man

Know I hate the way I live, but I ride with straps

Mama tellin’ me, “Don’t ride with that”

We gon’ slide first, ain’t no slidin’ back

But if Rell die, know where he hide the pack

We go up like GPAs

This ain’t no GTA, but my youngin got five stars

I been stayin’ in five-stars, tryna f— on five broads

Blitz, n—-, get you hit, n—-, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride

My youngins don’t play no ball, but b—-, we base slide

See them boys, they Ray Charles, but we know they ain’t blind

Fly so much, I swear I hate time

Nut in six seconds ’cause she hate Vine

N—– so broke, that should be a hate crime

She burning, gotta flame on

You ain’t down to work, why the f— would I put a lame on?

You let that lame hit for some fame, huh?

S—, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh?

Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one

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