Starlito - 28th song lyrics

[Verse 1: Starlito] And if I thought that I could change maybe I would I got a lot of common sense but baby I"m hood I sold dope before but I wouldn"t say that you should But I"ve been broke before and it doesn"t feel good Bruh told me push F*** n****s wouldn"t have nothing on my books Hate this stupid ho I"m with but love the way she look Love the way she lie But her cousin got me plugged in on the kush Must be crazy I then double dipping f***ing on her sister, oops! I know I ain"t s*** I ain"t proud of it Then called 16 had to call them right back like... Want a verse or a pound of it? Money, money, money, money, money, money, money Yea I kinda like the sound of it Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies F*** around and get found bloody Outchea thugging without a budget They trying to figure out how I does it Independent and I"m winning I was broke before but it's been a minute Spending chicken independent That"s a rollie so it isn't ticking Time is money, can"t spend a second Second guessing no indecision My second weapon got extensions in it That"s thirty shots Living life as a thug n****, that"s word to pac Grind hard so we stir a lot Swerving, serving like we never heard of cops Prefer to handle my business personally You want this work or not? [Verse 2: Don Trip] My money dirty, my hands dirty Pistol dirty, my whip clean B**** with me, we riding dirty She talk dirty but her p**** clean I"m still dirty, I"m still working I"m still serving, n**** f*** you mean My pockets fat and my temper short And my clip is longer than a limousine And I let that b**** come bark at you B**** I"m strapped like a dog catcher The last thing you want is confrontation Cause I"m with the s*** like your gallbladder 30 rounds in that 12 gauge Incendiary that"s overk** I live life in the fast lane Either catch up or be roadk** Trap n**** way before the deal I don"t give a s*** about a deal B**** I got a plug, I"m a heavyweight With more outlets than the opry mill Such a fly guy I"m so outta hell I"m so fresh to d**h I ought to write a will Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies These hollow points tryna cop a feel In the trees like a baby panda Paranoid I"ll spray the hammer I"m in my house up all night Just staring at my surveillance cameras I"m warning you no warning shots I"ll pop your a** and you"ll learn your lesson Stressed out, still counting money Cause that"s best antidepressant If I thought that I could change maybe I would I got a lot of common sense but b**** I"m hood And I"ve sold dope before I ain"t saying you should But I"ve been broke before and that never feels good B****!