Rockstar, Rockstar
Grrahh, grrahh
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
I call up my partner put the chop on ya head like a barber (Bow)
Rrahh, rrahh, rrahh-rrahh
Blttt, bow
Rrahh, Lil5iveten Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter he pull up slam I'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box he done checked we be doin' shit
Packin' niggas baggin' niggas we out here movin' shit
Look he in a casket they done put him in a suit and shit
F*ck a bartender give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us one kiss from the glock goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun aim it with precision nice as f*ck
Niggas said it's up put shit in the ceiling now they stuck
Uh Me and twin we got Big Swagguh
See yo bitch then we might grab her
Yea we'll gladly bag her
Uh that lil bitch a gagger
Jus like batter I'ma beat that shit I bet she love the pattern
Then she gotta' skid-daddle if you want the bitch shit you could have her
I'm smokin' gas know I gotta have it yea I got a habit
And I don't smoke that shit if it's in a baggie I smoke out the packet
Pack a opp flip him like an acrobatic he doin' gymnastics
Pull up jumpshot make him hop like a rabbit
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach the pistol I grab
Arm in his face make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like WOAH! f*ck is that sound?
Three-Five-Seven it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp I'ma take him down
Now it's a dead nigga layin' onna ground
F*ck should've never been out of bounds
Do me a hit then I go out of town
(Bet the police can't find me now)
5iveten on the beat yea it's goin' down
I smoke weed I don't spark no milds
(I smoke weed I don't spark no milds)
Uh You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter he pull up slam I'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box he done checked we be doin' shit
F*ck a bartender give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us one kiss from the glock goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun aim it with precision nice as f*ck
Niggas said it's up put shit in the ceiling now they stuck
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach the pistol I grab
Arm in his face make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like WOAH! f*ck is that sound?
Three-Five-Seven it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp I'ma take him down (Take him down)
F*ck should've never been out of bounds (Been out of bounds)
Five ten on the beat yea it's goin' down (yea it's goin' down)
Uh
Lil5iveten - SHOOTIN SHIT! (Toxic Punk Freestyle) Lyrics
Lil5iveten - SHOOTIN SHIT! (Toxic Punk Freestyle) Lyrics
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Rockstar, Rockstar
Grrahh, grrahh
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
I call up my partner put the chop on ya head like a barber (Bow)
Rrahh, rrahh, rrahh-rrahh
Blttt, bow
Rrahh, Lil5iveten Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter he pull up slam I'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box he done checked we be doin' shit
Packin' niggas baggin' niggas we out here movin' shit
Look he in a casket they done put him in a suit and shit
F*ck a bartender give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us one kiss from the glock goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun aim it with precision nice as f*ck
Niggas said it's up put shit in the ceiling now they stuck
Uh Me and twin we got Big Swagguh
See yo bitch then we might grab her
Yea we'll gladly bag her
Uh that lil bitch a gagger
Jus like batter I'ma beat that shit I bet she love the pattern
Then she gotta' skid-daddle if you want the bitch shit you could have her
I'm smokin' gas know I gotta have it yea I got a habit
And I don't smoke that shit if it's in a baggie I smoke out the packet
Pack a opp flip him like an acrobatic he doin' gymnastics
Pull up jumpshot make him hop like a rabbit
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach the pistol I grab
Arm in his face make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like WOAH! f*ck is that sound?
Three-Five-Seven it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp I'ma take him down
Now it's a dead nigga layin' onna ground
F*ck should've never been out of bounds
Do me a hit then I go out of town
(Bet the police can't find me now)
5iveten on the beat yea it's goin' down
I smoke weed I don't spark no milds
(I smoke weed I don't spark no milds)
Uh You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter he pull up slam I'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box he done checked we be doin' shit
F*ck a bartender give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us one kiss from the glock goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun aim it with precision nice as f*ck
Niggas said it's up put shit in the ceiling now they stuck
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach the pistol I grab
Arm in his face make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like WOAH! f*ck is that sound?
Three-Five-Seven it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp I'ma take him down (Take him down)
F*ck should've never been out of bounds (Been out of bounds)
Five ten on the beat yea it's goin' down (yea it's goin' down)
Uh
Grrahh, grrahh
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
I call up my partner put the chop on ya head like a barber (Bow)
Rrahh, rrahh, rrahh-rrahh
Blttt, bow
Rrahh, Lil5iveten Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter he pull up slam I'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box he done checked we be doin' shit
Packin' niggas baggin' niggas we out here movin' shit
Look he in a casket they done put him in a suit and shit
F*ck a bartender give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us one kiss from the glock goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun aim it with precision nice as f*ck
Niggas said it's up put shit in the ceiling now they stuck
Uh Me and twin we got Big Swagguh
See yo bitch then we might grab her
Yea we'll gladly bag her
Uh that lil bitch a gagger
Jus like batter I'ma beat that shit I bet she love the pattern
Then she gotta' skid-daddle if you want the bitch shit you could have her
I'm smokin' gas know I gotta have it yea I got a habit
And I don't smoke that shit if it's in a baggie I smoke out the packet
Pack a opp flip him like an acrobatic he doin' gymnastics
Pull up jumpshot make him hop like a rabbit
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach the pistol I grab
Arm in his face make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like WOAH! f*ck is that sound?
Three-Five-Seven it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp I'ma take him down
Now it's a dead nigga layin' onna ground
F*ck should've never been out of bounds
Do me a hit then I go out of town
(Bet the police can't find me now)
5iveten on the beat yea it's goin' down
I smoke weed I don't spark no milds
(I smoke weed I don't spark no milds)
Uh You don't wanna get us started
Put shit in the dirt like gardeners
I call up my partner he'll put the chop on ya head like a barber
Just like Candace Parker we pull up shootin' shit
Brodie Vince Carter he pull up slam I'm alley-oopin' shit
Put him in a box he done checked we be doin' shit
F*ck a bartender give him shots now he loose and shit
Stretch a nigga loose and shit better tightin' up
Ain't no fightin' us one kiss from the glock goodnight to ya'
I pick up a gun aim it with precision nice as f*ck
Niggas said it's up put shit in the ceiling now they stuck
Brodie gon pop us a cab
Try to reach the pistol I grab
Arm in his face make a lil nigga dab
Standover gang peel shit like a scab
Take off his lid for all that cap
Pop off his top leave his fitted in his lap
Put him to rest he ain't takin' no nap
Knock out his lights he gettin' clapped (Bow)
They like WOAH! f*ck is that sound?
Three-Five-Seven it's a Tre-Pound
Car swing thru we breakin' it down
Slam at a opp I'ma take him down (Take him down)
F*ck should've never been out of bounds (Been out of bounds)
Five ten on the beat yea it's goin' down (yea it's goin' down)
Uh
Writer: Abdullah Bey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid