5 Stars ft. Big Tavo Lyrics

Yea uh

Bet I can keep up

V8 engine when you lift up the hood, bro get Yo speed up

Still blasting this bitch like vegeta

Stripes on my shirt so I'm making them t-up

This Glock like some pollen I know he not Breathing

This Glock like a baby I burp and I sneeze em

Egging these niggas with shots, Holiday Season

All time Celtics ain't breaking the legion

Hawking him down till he begging and Pleading

Y'all target practice but the range never cold Anemic

He talking bold but I know he don't mean it

His bitch is a angel at night she a demon

She liking my style, Rell know that she feigning

Y'all niggas some bitches can't hang with no Divas

Uh, and I'm taking yo bitch cause that hoe up To par

Head like Hotel give that bitch 5 stars, like a GTA mission

I'm Shaq in my prime yall barbecue chicken

Yo bitch was some bait, reeled in like we Fishing

She backdooring niggas and still not my Mistress

I fuck her and left cause she knew the Agreement

Would've got her a pacify if I knew she was Teething

Head like Hotel give that bitch 5 stars

He begged for his life, like that's niggas Adorable

You being a bitch , I don't think that's it's Curable

I wet up the block need a sponge that's Absorbable

Been running this shit you can say it's Historical

They asking me question but it's not Rhetorical

My chef got a K on his hip in the Oracle

I got my neighbor standing on business and Hopping on beats

Tryna hop out the car, walk em down I'm on Feet

Big Glock on my hip, this a Glock 23

Finna mask up he finna slide out the V

Backdoor we the ones who put shi on a T

Make me mad enough ima go

Backdoor we the ones who put shi on a T

Hope you ready to die if you mentioning me

Feds come put the gang out, they tryn do a Sweep

Bro caught him a Bo- we was gon for a week

We done did us some shit that I can't even Speak

No cap I done stepped on a nigga OG

Gave em so many shots make a nigga OD

Yea, AR to the schoolhouse like a happy 16

Cashapping your sister I know she a freak

5 star chef, won't eat no pussy jus smell for The test

Tint out the whip while yo bitch gimme neck

Cover more than eclipse but im never set

AR green cheese hop off the jet

Ron Artes I'm flexin they debt

Bet I can keep up

V8 engine when you lift up the hood, bro get Yo speed up

Still blasting this bitch like vegeta

Stripes on my shirt so I'm making them t-up

This Glock like some pollen I know he not Breathing

This Glock like a baby I burp and I sneeze em