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bully wiz, 10kkev & kasher quon - 5 star lyrics

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[intro: 10kkev]
let me talk to ’em

[chorus: 10kkev]
five thousand a p, this sh+t i got, it ain’t for cheap smokin’
you gettin’ high with me if you around, i don’t be sober
military guns on the block, we some street soldiers
good+ass stash in the whip if we get pulled over

[verse 1: 10kkev]
you ain’t never seen a n+gga blow some bands on an outfit
cut into the b+tch i’m tryna f+ck, i told her off rip
all my taxes on it if i got an overnight shift
got a flight at 2 a.m., you gon’ be workin’ on your night shift

[chorus: bully wiz]
p world, world know we got dope
backpack boyz, you know we got smoke
detroit players won’t hit it if they don’t choke
keep that fake sh+t, mids is a no+no

[verse 2: bully wiz]
i sh+t smoke, ain’t no bringin’ it back
call it asthma attack, your lungs are under attack
keep callin’ my phone, this sh+t be just like crack
that good sh+t got ’em like, “where the f+ck bully at?”
[verse 3: kasher quon]
i woke up lookin’ for the ‘zas, you like, “where the cookie at?”
i told my plug i need a few pounds, don’t bring no cookie back
i just wasted five hundred dollars on a baseball cap
ain’t talkin’ on no iphone or android, they all tapped
you and all your n+ggas broke as h+ll, y’all all tapped
i’m beefin’ with five n+ggas, i’ma get ’em all whacked
and i just f+cked three hoes, they all rats
gang just pulled up outside, it’s all scats

[verse 4: 10kkev]
threw a party on the block, grab some drinks for the ladies
stop claimin’ that you real, like that pack, you fugazi
all my dogs in the cage, i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout ’em lately
i’ve been posted in the crib waitin’ on packs daily
if the trap was on google, we’d have five stars
finna cash app the plug, just put the money on my card
was comin’ in the packs, now we get ’em in the jars
the same b+tch you go to sleep with, she ours (she ours)

[verse 5: bully wiz]
i’m high as h+ll and you devil casted a spell
f+ck passin’ your blunt, i hit it like, “oh well”
two+time felon with business degrees
i ain’t f+ckin’ with it, man, we ain’t makin’ no cheese
only time we talk is when she sends it to my venmo
tearin’ down the walls in construction, this a demo
cash app no say, she waitin’ for the bully wiz
even when i’m wetted, i’m still handlin’ biz
[verse 6: kasher quon]
even though she got kids, she still swallow my kids
even though i sip wock’, i’m still sippin’ on tris
promethazine with codeine
i don’t know what i’d do if the world say it’s no more lean
the lil’ b+tch gave me head, i told her i need one more thing
let me drop a check in your account, it’s still gon’ be green
ran into my opp at the store, he still owe me cheese
the n+gga ran off, i tried to front him with two p’s
but they was qps
and i got a sloppy roll on me, all blue cheese
i don’t want no twenties
this a 2021 h+llcat, i don’t want no ’20

[chorus: 10kkev & bully wiz]
five thousand a p, this sh+t i got, it ain’t for cheap smokin’
you gettin’ high with me if you around, i don’t be sober
military guns on the block, we some street soldiers
good+ass stash in the whip if we get pulled over
p world, world know we got dope
backpack boyz, you know we got smoke
detroit players won’t hit it if they don’t choke
keep that fake sh+t, mids is a no+no (h+ll nah)



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