FiveStarHotel

Lyrics: Todd Page Jr/Evan McDonald Music: Evan McDonald (slayr) Let me unlock my mind, all like Yeah (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 **** 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 ****in' lose my mind Yeah Party gone on weekend 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 got on 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—, hol' on (slayr) Hello? (Oh my ****ing god) Oh my god (Oh my ****ing god) Oh my god (Oh my ****ing god) Tell 'em again (Oh my ****ing god) Tell 'em again (Oh my ****ing god) Tell 'em again