5 Star

Uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Turn up hard, I'm finna get in my fuckin' mode Uh, uh I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DM'ing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on snoozе Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old niggas, ain't paying my duеs She gon' lick it all, that's the only way she come to my room If you pay for a hit,, don't never call my phone, just check the news I can't pay for a hit 'cause these niggas that I'm with, they with the shits I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick Out here doing wrong to make it right, that's why I'm trappin' bricks You out here doing wrong, hatin' on the youngins like Uncle Ice I ain't gotta use my phone, I get on 'Iami time and go and swipe Nigga want a feature, tell him to bring me fifty, that's just my price If not, it's nice to meet you, I'm really lit for life, this ain't no hype I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DM'ing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute I might wake up, blow some cheese I might go to sleep off that lean I might drip your bitch Celine Twenty-three hundred, that's just on jeans Yeah, New Year's with the stars, I be comin' out way too clean I done ran it up off these trees, now I run it up off these beats I done ran it up out the streets, I done ran it up off these keys I might bless a ho if she sneeze, fuck you, bitch, no, you can leave Back in the day, these hoes ain't wanna fuck, now they tryna meet Real runner-up, thuggin' in these streets, nigga, just hand me my cleats I'm way up out that nigga league Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink My bitches don't wear pink Ain't talking 'bout no colors, I'm talkin' 'bout that shit that be cheap How the fuck you YIC and you got signed to FBG? I can't take a pic 'cause if my bitch see it, she gon' think I hit If we make a flick, bitch, we gotta use my phone, bitch, you ain't slick I might pull up with your boo Then hit a five-star restaurant, order me and her some soup Don't matter how thick the bitch is, I won't put her before my loot I'm fresh as fuck, fresh off a high-speed chase like Polo Pooh You will never catch me telling another nigga what I won't do I be DM'ing bitches too I be liking pictures too If I like it, I'ma shoot If I strike it, then you might see that bitch slidin' up my coupe If I don't like it, then I'ma refuse her calls and put that bitch on mute I'm way up out that nigga league Trappin' bricks from Florida to Middle East They say she gon' be a freak, only in the sheets But if she do that, I'ma go and buy that bitch a mink