Starli
I got your b**h on do not disturb
I got some n***as I choose not to serve
Got a new spot gotta move by the 3rd
I just got back I was losin at 1st
Promised my mama I'm thru with the syrup
And I'm true to my word
Heard n***as talkin like the Step Brothers fell off
I just couldn't turn my scale off well off
Yeah cause it's still gettin mailed off
No I don't sell so I would get a bale off
Made my 1st 50 like Zack yeah I ran off
Kept f**in round with rap start payin off
Even signed with the highest payin offer
Can't stop til I'm worth what I weigh in dog food
Nah fool I don't get down like y'all do
See you when I see you f** a law suit
If you owe me too much I was taught shoot
Fall thru with the .50cal call it Ja Rule
Slick diss or die 'fore you leave out the booth
b**h you's a lie you say we not the truth
Don Trip:
You beefin with Star gotta see bout me too
That's just an unwritten rule
Pulled up in a U-Haul my neighbors so nosey they all wanna see how we move
These rappers tryna count my income
Truth is I get rap money and some
They always think it's a game til I pull up on their a** like Matt Barnes
Slap a n***a up with the side arm
Still in the dirt like an ant farm
Run in your home like I'm house sittin bury your a** in the back yard
I don't make enough for a Black Card
But I make enough to pay the rent tho
And I'm still ballin like a muhf**a duffle bag stuffed full of cash not gym clothes
Hook(Starlito):
Do this for the people that I love
You just talk that street sh** just because
If you ever see me in the club
I'm gone probably sneak in with the snub
It's you or me & that's just how we thug(I don't give a f** n***a)
Don Trip:
And you should kno better than to think I do
You oughta kno better than to question that
If you got a issue with Mr. Trip
Then get it off your chest like a breast implant
These hoes runnin round with a** shots & still realer than most you n***as
But I vowed never ever pay these hoes unless I'm payin hoes no attention
I'm back with my back up against the wall think that's when I'm most comfortable
FNH shoot fast as lightning I'll strike a n***a a** like a thunder bolt
And my sh** sicker than a Summer cold
Banger is part of my underclothes
My chick straight from the Dirty South but she only order California rolls
I might OD on garlic bu*ter
Can't forget I ball like the Harlem Rucker
Still don't own 1 Rolex but I got a G-Shock in all the colors
Still lift weight like the Steiner Brothers
Got a knife sharper than a diamond cutter
And I'm single like Kraft cheese cause a b**h will bail the 1st sign of struggle
Me myself & I cause I kno we won't testify
And I don't run I run up a check besides that I don't need no exercise
Press my bu*ton I might open fire
Press my bu*ton WE might open fire
As you can see I don't mind beef just make it a double & extra fries Godspeed
(Hook)
*** Thanks Tim for the lyrics