Starlito - Broken Arrow lyrics

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