Starlito & Don Trip - Whistle Blowers lyrics

[Intro: Don Trip (Starlito)] Y'all know Craig picked this beat For the record (What? For the record?) I mean well literally for the record And for the record (Its a mixtape) (Step Brothers) [Verse 1: Don Trip] Hold up I'm I'm strapped like Robocop Well Minus the fact that Robocop Was a cop Some monkeys got lost but the show don't stop Extra banana inside my sock I don't believe half the sh** I see Cause they make anything in photoshop I seen a picture with me and Barack And I know damn well I wasn't there Y'all know damn well I ain't vote n***a Jerry Lawler out running for mayor Nothing new, we been at war Machine guns in my inventory I keep the tool, I'm the real McCoy My favorite rapper is Tity Boi My favorite actor is you so far Your performance is award-winning You couldn't be any more convincing I would name drop but it'll spoil the ending And don't you just hate when a n***a tell the whole movie I got more RT's than the old Boosie Used to serve out the phone like I drove Uber Still will pipe your b**h down like Roto-Rooter In that b**hes mouth like a dental retainer I'm still trying to learn how to channel my anger I bring home the bread for me and my people I keep what I need and share the remainder So far to go but I ain't complaining What good is complaining I'm s'posed to be friendly because I'm famous But mama told me never ever ever talk to strangers So [Hook: Starlito] She just want to chill with my and smoke up all my weed So I rolled up some of that moon rock And the b**h went straight to sleep Haha Step Brothers Step Brothers [Verse 2: Starlito] Uh Same clothes for the fifth day Bankrolls on Forest Gump's friend's name Benjamins blue Bubba Kush got a tint play Once upon a time Reggie Bust kept the rent payed Went to Middle Tennesee State And I, and I used to middle man out A mid gray ask Red Dot and I'm real jump shot Pounds in the gym bag Meet me in the parking lot look I just want to short your sack and cop the cheapest pad Profit me a stack Don't try to jack I keep a gat Look I'm the type to front you Have my youngest take it back And then play dumb And front you something else for major tax You can work it out Phone ringing, guess my play Hear them perky's calling Got them tens for the nine like Iguodala Keep being about mine I need every dollar Loratabs sell 'em five for the seven holler Mac-11 for my ninety-nine problems .357 snub fit right up my pocket My young n***as likely to rob him or swipe him politely Like what's in your wallet No Capital One Get my deposits in cash, half up front Little who*e in Wells Fargo said I was getting too much money Cause I'm black and I'm young I was like b-b-b-b**h I dress like a who? I don't dress like I'm rich But at the drive through might surprise you Like How the f** he pull up in this sh** bankroll match the turbo Looking like new money Just keep it one hundred All a n***a do is smoke good weed f** bad b**hes Argue with 'em and eat Benihana [Outro: Starlito] Yeah Beware the Ides of March Step Brothers 3 that's coming (March 15) Beware the Ides of March That's the 15th Step Brothers (f** with us) (Karate in the garage that sh**'s free) (Cop that 3) And that Red Dot Cell Blocks & Green Dots Yeah Trash bags Say that And we out