Wtf - Starlito

I broke down a pound and a half

And sold bout a hundred quaters

And it was all profit

I chumped me a nigga for it

A hundred dollars a Q that

Ten stacks ready to blow it

Another half pound ready to blow it

FUCK IT!

I don’t need no chorus

I promise I’m going through it

Only trying get to it

Be better than me to the homies that I’ve influenced

I swear you don’t really know me

You only know the music

They trying to figure a nigga

Will let’s see if I can confuse them

I’m just smoking on this liquor

And sipping on this weed

I had to pop a molly just so I could go to sleep

Ciroc peach with a couple freaks

Wake up in a suite

Blowing swisher sweets

Shake life that right

I been doing this all week

Augghhh!

Just popped down

Can’t stand up

Lean got me sitting sideways

WTF!

Just popped down

Can’t stand up

Lean got me sitting sideways

WTF!

I’m so fucking throwed

I can’t find my keys

Girly on her knees

And I can’t make her leave

She so fucking geeked

She wanna do the team

She on a bean

And bout nineteen swishers filled with… OG

Mix Ciroc with the lean

If I drive then I speed

Got them AC Slater muscle cars

And them tires Screech

Skerrrt!

I’m gone

Peel off like a banana

On a yellow bar

A yellow tab

And a duece

In a yellow Fanta

Riding with two straight up killas

Fresh out the slammer

And they crippin'

When they put in work they wear red bandanas

I swear I don’t understand em'

But you no wanna see em'

Nigga if I put the G in the right nigga hands

They crime scenes!

I sleep when I count a trillion

Creeping I’m so familiar

Cause I beat till it’s over with

Keep the heat cause I’m cold nigga

Squeeze the pistol like it’s a controller just to show you

Fuck around and wreck my car if I drive sober

I stay high as gas just so I won’t spazz

Don’t make me drop a bag on a nigga ass

I heard these niggas mad that I’m getting cash

Them trigger happy niggas with me gone ride

Like it’s six flags

I’m with that

I’m bout that

All black when it’s pitch black

Hop out that like what’s up

I gots to get some get back

I still wish they bring the bricks back

Litia ave.

I miss that

So I’m eastside stunting

Took the ice out my drink

And put it where my wrist at

MENTAL WARFARE!

YOU DON’T WANNA GO TO WAR WITH A SOLDIER

MASTER P TOLD YO STUPID ASS THAT BOUT FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

Trash Bag Gang!