FiveStarHotel

(slayr)

I'm really out my mind right now, like

Yeah

(Where-where-where is reef?)

Five-star hotel, bust her like some shells, tuh

These niggas so frail, all they do is take them L's, yeah

I'm tryna sing to you like some Adele, tuh, yeah

Jacket so clean, I got on that Pelle Pelle, Pelle Pelle, huh

Tryna say you 'bout that shit, but I can't tell, can't tell

Free Phx about that chain, we need him here, need him here, tuh

Baby, I love yo' frame, I peep that rear, peep that shit, yeah

Why you worried 'bout them clothes? What he would wear?

Be yourself, huh, shit

I couldn't believe that that was the ho I crushed, yeah, shit, what?

I couldn't believe that that was the ho I wanted

Step to my guy, 'bout to pull up for bro

Murder the beat, it ain't nothin' she wrote

Oh, that fuck nigga went inside the store

Too many blicks that I'm too pumped to tote

I'm in that bullyin' mode

Mean to everyone for 2025, huh

Yeah, it's just me and my ho

Yeah, she know together we Bonnie and Clyde, huh

Oh, that boy from the other side

Speak your truth before somebody lose they life

Huh, yeah, speak your truth before I fuckin' lose my mind

Yeah

Party on the weekend (Party)

Not judgin' you, just tryna get yo' freak in

Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'

Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'

Oh yeah

She wanna get over me (On my brother)

She wanna get over me (Bet she wanna)

She wanna get over me (On my brother)

She wanna get over me (On my brother, yeah)

Ain't nothin' wrong with it

Don't take that tone with me

I can tell that you over me

Took my time, then I go to sleep

I can tell you gettin' colder feet

Just heat 'em up if you wanna get over me

I can tell you gettin' colder feet

Just heat 'em up if you wanna get over me

Yeah, courtside goin' crazy

You might as well just give me the ball

New life in the makin'

So high, hope I don't fall

Five-star hotel, bust her like some shells, yeah

These niggas so frail, all they do is take them L's, yeah

I'm tryna sing to you like some Adele, yeah

Jacket so clean, I'm rockin' that Pelle Pelle, Pelle Pelle

Tryna say you 'bout that shit, but I can't tell, tuh, what?

Free Phx about that chain, we need him here, yeah

Baby, I love yo' frame, I peep that rear, huh

Why you worried 'bout them clothes? What he would wear?

Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'

Live from the bitty, niggas know what's up

Live from the bitty, niggas know what's up, live

Ain't nothin' wrong with turnin' up and drinkin'

Live from the bitty, niggas know what's up

Live from the bitty, live, hold on

(slayr) Hello?

(Oh my fucking God) Oh my God

(Oh my fucking God) Oh my God

(Oh my fucking God) Tell 'em again

(Oh my fucking God) Tell 'em again

(Oh my fucking God) Tell 'em again