Starlito & Don Trip - For The Culture lyrics

You under the ground and rush Step brothers(ahh haha) If it next year Give me and this n***a an endorsement(bah) Yea, we in this b**h Pa**in' blunts like the three man weed Hit my peace shift the weed to the air bnb I just get off the phone with Roy Told him we goin' to leave Let's start this BN war Step brothers cmg FRrrrtttt Jig (Bip) Fell asleep on the jig 30 racks on my swiss Used to write my raps like the inner trap When I was serving packs in the jigs Wake up on the trap and with a dirty strap You get murdered by my respect f** the three O 3:15 Yea, but what our eyes are Mars Times was hard, I grindin' hard Free my dawg behind them bars(free Roy whaaddup n***a) Go ahead, matter a fact , bet I file a nine, abort Where's my p**n? I forgot I'm on them bars karate in the garage Kickin' sh** like moonshine I come from bangin' up cutie pies I can throw you some extra dollars Right fans, all you gotta do is drag Say my name that's suicide (what up trey)new addition, n***a cool it nye A couple of n***as with me is way too Over-zeaulous to shoot it out You keep poppin' off Only going to make it that much harder to talkin' up time You keep betting, you have a bullet waiting on ya Next time you coming to town But hey you ain't gotta listen to me I sell more bags than Lipton tea It's the first week of February Still I ain't took down my crib and tree I'll be, n***as just for free Stepbrothers Case 225 on the dash(skrrt skrrt) To use and I drivin it fast Don't do hookah, but I smoke the gas Manuever thru uber with bags Run like i'm down to my last Right round town with a platinum On the strap on the b**h That I findin' forever Riding around with a cam My trunk and a baby. like none of 'em left I get a check in the mail every month But I grind like I'm down to my last Getting to the bread no matter worth Swing on n***a, like batter up All that rap sh** is cool and all Until you make the n***a have to back it up I was strapped as f** Yeah I had a took Way back when bro rapping that's what's up Shawty wit' me, hit my foot I be spinnin' like Daffy Duck Thot b**hes out to get me Can't forget to wrap it up I f** cash for love, right after buck I'm still stackin' it up, cuz I ain't have enough Local riches, b**h fasten up Keep hands and feet inside the ride Old b**h ain't cook at all Had to fall back like like baptize, baptism Back and forth like badminton Countin' up every last digit and we strapped like a** whippings God speed Got rubbers Next Come on, man We need more beats