5 Star Lyrics
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 out the high speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another n**** what I won’t do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it I’ma shoot
If I strike it then you might see that bitch sliding 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 snooze
Bitch, I make my calls, fuck these old n***** ain’t paying my dues
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 n***** 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
Ain’t gotta use my phone I get on anytime and go and swipe
N**** want a feature, tell him to bring me 50, 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 out the high speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another n**** what I won’t do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it I’ma shoot
If I strike it then you might see that bitch sliding up in 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 yo’ bitch in lean
$2,300, that’s just on jeans
Yeah new years with the stars
I be coming out way to clean
I done ran it up off these trees
Now I run it up off these beat’s
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, n****, just hand me my cleats
I’m way up out that n**** league
Trappin’ bricks and sorting them in the east
They say she gon’ be a freak only in the sheets
And if she do then I’m gon’ buy that bitch a mink
My bitch don’t wear pink
Ain’t talking 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 out the high speed chase like Polo Pooh
You will never catch me telling another n**** what I won’t do
I be DMing bitches too
I be liking pictures too
If I like it I’ma shoot
If I strike it then you might see that bitch sliding up in 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 n**** league
Trappin’ bricks and sorting them in the east
Bitch say she gon’ be a freak only in the sheets
And if she do then I’m gon’ buy that bitch a mink