Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5 Stars, artist - Toosii. Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Song language: English
5 Stars |
| 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 fuck on five broads |
| Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride |
| My youngins don’t play no ball, but bitch, 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 |
| Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime |
| She burning, gotta flame on |
| You ain’t down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on? |
| You let that lame hit for some fame, huh? |
| Shit, 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 shit, we go hard with sticks |
| Babe, that’s how hard we hit |
| And a nigga just ate at Ruth Chris with a thick bitch, not a toothpick (Uh) |
| I cut my main off 'cause he useless (Uh) |
| Showed him how to get rackades |
| And his main focus was to fuck a bitch off of Backpage |
| Not a dollar inside your pocket, but you scream that way |
| Got on my shit, I copped a Demon, now he say I act fake |
| She ain’t fuckin', 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 fuck 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 fuck on five broads |
| Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride |
| My youngins don’t play no ball, but bitch, 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 |
| Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime |
| She burning, gotta flame on |
| You ain’t down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on? |
| You let that lame hit for some fame, huh? |
| Shit, 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 bitch |
| Said she 'bout to have twins and he ain’t raisin' shit |
| Shit, I told her, «Fuck it, that’s why a nigga 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 shit |
| Twenty shots cool, but shit, we ride with dicks |
| Niggas hate, so they be riding dick |
| Tryna be cool, you spun the block, got your top shotta hit |
| You fucked around, got toe-tagged |
| Ho ragged just to get your ho bagged, yeah |
| Fly nigga 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 fuck on five broads |
| Blitz, nigga, get you hit, nigga, I’m in the whip with it, let the bass ride |
| My youngins don’t play no ball, but bitch, 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 |
| Niggas so broke, that should be a hate crime |
| She burning, gotta flame on |
| You ain’t down to work, why the fuck would I put a lame on? |
| You let that lame hit for some fame, huh? |
| Shit, it’s cool, should’ve knew the game, huh? |
| Just know when I get up, I’ma be the same one |