Don Trip - Free Youngboy & Gates lyrics

[Verse 1: Starlito] My n***a just drank him a four sum Figured out that ain't for me Really ain't that important Free the lil Youngboy Got a whole lotta pistols Really want one more Pull up on Don Trip that n***a crip like the gun store Thirty in my .40 burn you and your homies Drop a moneybag on you make you turn against your homies Enough billets for all y'all But I prefer to catch you lonely It's gon' be a murder I'ma have a murder whipping on me Bet your shirt look like you squirted ketchup on it High alert yeah vest up 'Lito sound a little aggressive don't he I ain't even on it I know a n***a don't even want that You gon' have some n***as at your studio that don't rap Shooters on location you gon' think we got your phone tapped This a itch I'm gon' scratch Pistol whip you on snap I ain't even dissing, you a b**h and that's a known fact Don't play with that money You know how I'm coming I'm gon' k** sum [Skit: Step Brothers] You wanna go do karate in the garage? Yup! [Don trip] 2017 Karate in the garage [Verse 2: Don Trip] Little ol' me carbon kid Clip long as a hockey stick Strapped like I'm appearing for a zombie apocalypse Everyday's a great day to me I'm such an optimist 'Cause I remember vividly when I had no pot to piss All you can eat, tryna be all we can be My lil homie from the Chi tried to sell me an RPG Ion't know which was worse Him tryna sell it or me tryna buy it I'm in my house surveying my closet Looking for somewhere to hide it I prolly would have bought it too I prolly would have made the news Aim that son b**h at your house and literally raise the roof Crash out, I ate your hoe til she cash out She like to ride a n***a low key Like a whip with the tags out Straght to the bank from the stash house "I'll like to make a deposit" How you got all them chains on When all your babies is starving? I'm sick of these rap n***as But hey, what can you do? Walking round like my sh** don't stink Feeling like Pepé le Pew G