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[Intro:
I'm just tryna clear my mind and better thoughts
I probably already that, Lito, Lito

1: Starlito]
Act like I it or somethin'
I saw this shit comin'
Tell me what y'all done
Off wanted, was me none
Still sell off my phone, stack fifty thousand then I'm gone
And I been out it since my house is not a home
I might fuck your ho to and stay up counting all alone
I her 'bout a month, she gon' be talkin' 'bout I did her wrong
Can't say I led you on when there wasn't no shown
I wanna fuck your friend (again), haha, this shit we grown
It seem like most niggas more concerned with looking like it
I send so many shots you think I had a liquor
Expect to get indicted when you really livin' like
And I know they feeling my shit, they be stealing my shit
done got so silly man, I really might quit
But before I do let me get this million right
'round the Ville with a stick, feel like I'm still in '06
Rentals with the off tints
Listen, you really know shit
Feel like I got a tat on this bitch, how my finger itch
I spent a rack on this bitch
I seen how she act on that dick
Girl you nasty, this, I'm back with the shit
Just break 'em to four zips, and vacuum the shit
Black trash bags, we having that shit
And we don't give no to no passengers bitch
So far past 'em I don't even remember a bitch
Got to pay me to pay attention, I ain't up shit
Yeah I'm back with this shit, give a fuck who you go get
I'm out here day, I'm by my lonely, hood as it gets
Homie 'dem steppin' on shit, put his foot on a brick
I had to get me some money too, I resist
Grind

2: Don Trip]
I wonder how you watchin' me eat gon' fill up your
I ain't even finish countin' it and I want some money
Sorry, don't how to chill, but I got ice in my veins
Spend my days at the bank, and spend my nights at the
How you figure fuckin' with me will be a idea?
I got that toy on me and I'm flyer Buzz Lightyear, yeah
There we go, drivin' hysterical
My lil shawty's body the mama off Incredibles
Lookin' like a snack a bag full of edibles
I'm not this planet, I'm an extraterrestrial
And I still ball the game ain't fixed
I brought extra ammunition case my aim shit
never got the hint
High school I was baggin', I was cooler the fucking York Peppermint Patty
Now I'm black on black on black inside the devil's favorite
With a chick from out a pageant, 'bout to be her daddy
I'm the pappy, I'm the pappy, don't he just like his daddy?
I'm so good at babies, I think that's my hidden talent
Okay, okay, back to raking up the just to stash it
Trapped a pounds and it never left the plastic
My lil partner left for Cali and he came back a package
That was 2012, he got seven years for
Just in you thought this shit was cute, you're insane
Out here tryna get some 'til they have your ass in chains