"5 Star" lyrics

[SheedTs:]
Fuck coming back with blood
He coming back with B's
Uhh, stepping back from love
He getting back with 3's
Ran him down, he race on feet
And getting back on jeeps
40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP's

First you hear them guns and then you hear them pleas
Shots hit him right in the chest
Watch him fall right to his knees
T-Ten K for a hit, I gotta watch him bleed
I got pounds for low, 50 bows in his truck
Uhh, switch fuck up his head
They brought his body back
Fuck up the streets in a S five 50
I'm hot like a zombies pack
A white boy hop in the back of the jeeps
And a [?]

[DD Osama:]
B-Brodie call my phone, happy as hell
Cause I bought hella guns, pound on my block
We ran it up now we got hella funds
Free Dudey out that can
OGZK, we made them all run
Niggas lucky I ain't have the way back then
I would of caught one
Now we got switches on deck
This ain't no regular gun
Big O'l chain on my neck, with a rollie on my arm
Put the check on ya neck
If I want you dead, you gone
Ya mans had died in that cab
And he get mentioned every song (Rah Rah)
(ha-ha) (rah rah)

[SheedTs:]
I know I can't trust a bitch because she still vicky
She made itch holes in my shirt, it's cool
It's still ricky, I just poured up a four
She see it in my face
Yeah, fuck nigga don't owe money
Hell nobody, no cash
We just spin back inna hunnid
Double that on my dash (yeah)
She said oh my god, Ts do not crash
What, I ain't have time to fuck
So she gave me head to last

Fuck coming back with blood
He coming back with B's
Uhh stepping back from love
He getting back with 3's
Ran him down, he race on feet
And getting back on jeeps
40 flash back, I switch it, sound like ARP's