STYLISTICS

[Intro]

5$TAR

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

All of my bitches want cemented placement, everything is temp'

Chrome pants, I went gimp, no back and forth with a shrimp

Old red got me a paraplegic, barely could walk, I'm limp

This pussy never seen real money, fame turn that boy to a chimp

Shootin' that shit like Shawn Kemp, niggas ain't us, they them

Keep my head above the water, fuck around, hang from the rim

Twin ain't tryna be seen, everything dead 'til they free my grim

One finger, off with they head, nigga life sped to the end, it's over for him

I-T-S U-S stitched in the jacket and on side of the brim

Everyday I pop it, real life rocket, no one get higher than him

No one get flyer than him, copped ten pints on a whim

Run up on me, I'm tryna take off a limb, I'm tryna book him for cem—

Cemeteries, I'll never go like a simp, I'll never go like a ho

Ben & Jerry's all on my neck and my wrist, I get her wet like a boat

Ancillaries, go get the syrup for sure, pop out the P, it's smoke

Fuck with the folk, young nigga run with the 5, Crip love, R.I.P. bro

Never went broke, def' went raw on a ho, nigga went USHER, for sure

I let it burn, I let it burn like smokes, I put a Benz' on spokes

Ho got woke when I spoke, showed the Jesus piece to the Pope, it's hope

New crib never seen mold, talk out ya ass, gotta get folded like clothes

Brand new chain, mixed match yellow and gold, hop out the whip ten toes

Pop out the whip ten hoes, fe-fi-fo, nigga, who pop it the most? Us

[Verse 2: Draft Day]

Who your sources? Niggas not important, I'm acin' all the courses

Big horses, trips resorted, ice cubes in my ear, I'm Frozone

My bitch say I'm incredible, in her eyes can't do wrong

And my money too long

Way I flex, she say I'm too strong, niggas lookin' for a deal like Groupon

On your TV, no cable, I'ma hit this ho on the weekend if she able

Make her a part of my collection, she from Texas like the Texans

I touchdown like CJ Stroud

Grandma Penny, I know she proud of me, I'ma always hold her down

FRP finna take home the crown

It get muddy in the town, I ain't get here by mistake

They see me shinin', can't stand it

Man, finna go up all the damage

Ball like Mike, I ain't talking Calvin Cambridge

Straight to the bread like I'm making a sandwich

In the booth glitchin' on Twitch with all my 'Crete brothers, we in this shit gettin' rich (Us)