[Intro: Starlito] GhettOut
Nah, we ain't the same, hmm
You got that ho on retainer, I don't do no explaining
I'll never be famous, I go everywhere with my banger
You'll tell everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster
I ain't scared of you motherf**ers, I'm just afraid of my
[Chorus: Starlito] If she love me like she say she love me we gon' be alright
I still call and check up on her just to see if she alright
Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to treat her right
She just picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight
[Verse 1: Starlito] I'm living fast, two twenty-five on the dash
I'm really getting to a bag, these n***as livin' in the past
Let's talk facts, I'm the one with them racks
I'm the one that'll pull up on you all by myself with that MAC
I'm the one n***as pull up on and I tell 'em pull around the back
Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac sack
Know I'm probably gon' tax
If you know I got it on me, showing out for the police, I think you a rat
Just took a loss, I think about eighty racks
All I can think 'bout is making it back
If this plug just keep it coming, f** it we gon' be alright
I done ran a check up on 'em but I still will squeeze on sight
Whippin' on me when I'm wrong but yeah they still gon' read my writes
[Verse 2: Don Trip] I'm the one with the thirty rounds on the twelve gauge
Chopper singing, let it serenade
I got everything but a hand grenade
I was really gon' blow, I was like fourteen makin' pipe bombs
Now I got a little more sense but I'll still shoot like a Nikon
Wrong place at the wrong time, but you n***as f**in' with the right one
They call Craig Petties notorious, but where I'm from he's an icon
Being broke ain't never no fun
Back when they ain't have a GoFundMe
I was moteling with a snow bunny
Paying all our bills with my dope money
Truth is, I been broke before, broke and poor, I ain't even gon' front
I brought steak for dinner but all my daughter want is cinnamon toast crunch
I keep the rifle like I go hunt, I stack the paper like a whole bunch
I say life is sorta like a toilet seat, you come pulling sh**, I'm gon' dump
Hope you got life insurance, big time
Poppin' sh** like the brick guy
'til they pop your a** and your mama can't afford to bury you without a fish fry
No rest, I can never loosen up, something like a ziptie
Got incendiaries in that thirty round, I'll hop out on you and spit fire
[Verse 3: Starlito] That's overk**, I'm in over-grind like it's overtime, I don't get tired
You a ho for real, and a p**y, that's why you always be dick ridin'
We might've fell out but I never switched sides
And I never let sh** slide
f** your baby mama while the kid nap
Doin' drive-bys out the b**h ride
Selling mid out a rental from Enterprise
They ain't have nothing bigger than a midsize
That's the difference between hitters and sendouts
Don't tell me lil n***a, I been about it
Seventy-five round drum with me now
Ten pounds in the penthouse
I just opened one and the sh** loud
I just sold three for like ten thousand
Me and bro gon' break these other six down
Yeah we gon' be alright
I just need a light, step brothers for life
GhettOut
[Chorus: Starlito] If she love me like she say she love me we gon' be alright
I still call and check up on her just to see if she alright
Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to treat her right
She just picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight