Toosii - 5 Stars lyrics
Toosii [Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger] Syracuse, NY/Raleigh, North Carolina, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Toosii - 5 Stars lyrics]
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 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