Outtakes

Did we just become best friends? YUP Do you wanna go do karate in the garage? YUP [Starlito] Bitch I got a plug, I lucked up He got the cheapest ticket Loudest reefer in the city And I keep it with me Solo Don’t give a fuck I got that heater with me A-a-a-and I'm on it So that means she can get it And though my blunt is I'm far beyond lit Let's just be honest I'm a Lebron bitch, king You on that nonsense And if that shit read Starlito don’t trip That’s a typo here goes Don Trip [Don Trip] Mr. Don Trip East side gun smith Pockets both clumpy Drums hold hundreds Yeah I got it covered get more pussy than a convent And ye ain't getting none unless she drunk shit Yeah yo money funny but I got no time for nonsense I got good humorous, colder than a drumstick I'm just tryna eat and fast money sound scrumptious Bitch I got more bills than the library of congress Still in the trap with a couple bowls of mean green And I don’t wanna talk or testify, though I've seen things All about my cake like Ho-Ho’s and Ring Dings Don Trip and Starlito, we can be the dream team, really [Don Trip] Pistol dirty, but the sink clean Lito smoking on some shit I swear look like a string bean I still make the money fast gotta count it slow Now bitch I'm goin' in like I found a hole, there we go [Starlito] They put me in the mix, I'm up with hope and down with dope Mc with a Hammer spike I found a quarter pound to blow Now im thrown Paranoid to blow up can't trust shit This gun dirty and ain't got no safety, can't touch this Either speakers or a shotty, I keep something in the trunk And my shooters also snorters, you know pumps and a bump Hammer time Turn this mother out understand me? I do what I want to do say what I wanna say, yeah Adam’s Family Trip, that’s my family Step brother, actually Got a price that’ll make it through the day and I got that strap with me In the event of confrontation it speaks on behalf of me And shes not a good listener so she say blast me or I have to leave Gone [Don Trip] Nice assist, I got the shot when you pass it back to me Ridin' with a dirty strap, a couple stacks and a sack of weed Lay yo bitch down, drippin' wet like she at the beach But you just yo baby back, Applebees, actually Try me if you want to become an amputee I got AK, SK, HK, PK, even .223 My heart pump blood at 2 degrees I'm cold as ice, no jewelry And bitch I been through hell so all this heat is nothing new to me Truthfully [Starlito] We go hard There ain't much more to explain nigga Glad yall came Though it was over? Well it ain't, nigga! [Don Trip] Ok, I admit life's a bitch But I can't quit her Bitch I ball like Star but I can't dribble Yeah you rap niggas jokin but I ain't tickled I'm countin money right now so I can't giggle Slang everything but Advil Baby I'm so deep in that water You think I had gills Pretty bitch look bad in a glass heels She suck a hundred dicks and blame it on that half a pill [Starlito] Bring the yoppers where yo momma and yo dad live It’ll be much louder than a Waka Flaka ad-lib Should never gave her that half a pill Now I can't get her ass to chill She intrigued about the shit I rap about and how I do that for real It went like this I had a deal Didn’t work, I had to deal For cash money ironic but the chronic in a vacuum seal I go hard in the paint like dry bristles And before I buy some pussy I problaby buy a pistol And before I die I'm looking into buying Krystal Sell squares all night what's on my menu Greens, yams, rolls Uh-uh no soul food Said I go ham and hard as a motherfucker Before those dudes [Don Trip] Fuck y'all lookin at me for Gotta be more than the reefer I pay my nigga to sneak up Crawl down and delete ya Y'all rap nigga got ya feet up Old ass nigga can't keep up Yeah yall got your dough but to me and my folk yall look like pizza I'm ballin bitch and im G’d up Same price for my features But all these eggs I got for sale turn any day into easter Pound bag like tree shrubs Open you just see buds I know I'm offensive But I don’t give any fuck [Starlito] And I don’t think anyone Really wants to see us I'm in the cut rollin up, I'm on my Wiz Khalifa Let him tell it, I don’t need blunts Oh well more for me cuz If trip Dale, then you can call me Brennan and find me in the trees bruh What happened with all these reruns Ask Shirly, she'd agree I mean so the only person see it is me I gotta nigga with an attitude, Eazy-E Kick a bitch out like beat it be Or pam know you like damn That was Kanye's line Well, really it was Wayne's line This ain't the time, but I go ham Damn that was my song, could have sworn I put it out a year or so ago, but, maybe im wrong Few radio spins, I was doin my thang Did the remix with Gucci Mane Matter of fact you can google it man Just type in: LITO [Don Trip] Mo flo than a speedboat Still here chasin the Cheetos All I see is c notes But I live by the g code F yo name then peacoats Red dots, and deep scopes Bitch I'm here for war like 10 HUT, 3 4 Married to all this sweet dough One here in the gazebo Bring a tear on my eye and a ring to my hand As I read my vows to my b roll I rock p the sweet jones This pimp shit got me on Take a bad bitch and feed her shrimp plates and a T-bone My license plate read king kong Extended magazines on My forty Glock put a bitch nigga to sleep and tell them dream on My neighborhood is the green zone So come get you some green son I would show mercy to yal rap nigga but star keep throwin more beats on [Starlito] Nah bro ya can't blame me You caught me mad rappin so I can't leave Might change beats dont change teams Grind hard, just aim squeeze Trash bag gang same thing I fuck yo main squeeze Don’t tell him that he cold or it'll go to his head... brainfreeze Let me tell you bout my ‘ponent my brother just didn’t know it He was cryogenically frozen then I tried to steal his mojo then freeze I was blue on Mortal Kombat, you might catch a chill on contact You’ll see it when I breethe my finishin move will make you freeze I ain't talkin bout me im talkin bout my heart just in case you followed all that Evil coldhearted killer for what im bout to do to this rap Freeze, red light green light go Told me my shit clean I know Pipes loud as the weed I blow Green a long way fee fi foe Fumble through the guap but dropping dimes Is just not possible Still hang with the robbers too, fuck a nigga paper like a prostitute Woop a nigga ass then pop him too Lookin at the lane while im watching the news My young nigga say what I got to do Drop a whole bag on a robber crew [Don Trip] This our block yall got to move Its either that or we gotta shoot Ain't a god damn thing that a cop could do It be another half an hour before they got to you My block much to hot to snooze So around her heats not optional I might cop me a block or two Eagles hawks and cardinals Eagles hogs and Compton news Im cold enough to get freezer burn Send fifty stacks to my legal firm Chillin in the trap with a bad bitch And that bitch might need a perm But ye ain't bout money why be concerned I stuff my shit like a taxidermist But yall wanna eat with me me and my gang Bring a lunchbox and back a thermos [Starlito] And a thermal freeze me polo to my feet And my lil fo fo yelling squeeze me Loco with those vocals I know theyre supposed to treat me But all I know is Dro you’ll find waldo before you see a C Lito We should do this again Its been very constructive Trip: Shout out to the Trash Bag Gang. Sittin fat’s a way of life… Haaah I know I prolly take shit to far (I do) But life is too short you dont get two starts (you don't) The game’s been the same we only get new scars And i’m one of a kind they don’t make new parts I’m ice cold i prolly got a blue heart And I never leave my team like Joe Dumars Course I keep the iron though i dont use starch And these niggas scared of bread they don’t do carbs I would really hate to have to cause you harm But if life’s really a beach you gettin thrown to the sharks I dont want the foul’s, all i wanna do is ball As long as i start we won't lose or draw And we can clash like a bat to a ball No fair fights we bringing straps to the brawl Fuck a peace treaty we attack when it’s war Don’t you ever turn your back to a sword I gotta problem? yeah I know Cause I never learned how to let shit go So we get it poppin, bitch i promise That i’m gon make this bitch explode Cause bitch im throwed, i said bitch im throwed I said bitch im throwed, i said bitch im throwed See we get it poppin, bitch i promise That i’m gon make this bitch explode Cause bitch i’m throwed Lito: Boomerang throwed, when i come back i’m shootin off Smoking like a dual exhaust, hit this all you do is cough I ain’t got nothin to prove to y'all, but most these dudes is soft Try me i won’t say one word, but the tool'l talk I’m throwed, make my money out on the road And i get money out in these streets Still got nothin for none of these hoes Aw naw ain’t on nothin but the dro In case you wanna know why my eyes so low Niggas ain't straight, bitches ain't shit In case you wanna know why I fly solo Trash Bag Gang, nigga Grind Hard Anything else, I don’t know Any other questions? I just wanna rap Just ask it to my .44 It might bark and bite soon as the hammer strike My bitch somewhere flippin O’s, she think she Vanna White And she blow me ‘fore i go out, candle light Sneaky lil freaky lil bitch, I can’t stand the type I’ll get mad at her, prolly call your girl, on a random night Then just pull up, fuck, get on bout my business, i ain't stayin the night Lito! Trip: I gotta problem? yeah I know Cause I never learned how to let shit go So we get it poppin, bitch i promise That i’m gon make this bitch explode Cause bitch im throwed, i said bitch im throwed I said bitch im throwed, i said bitch im throwed See we get it poppin, bitch i promise That i’m gon make this bitch explode Cause bitch i’m throwed Trip: Lil rap niggas say they got beef with me They upset cause i refuse to let em eat with me And it cost a couple thousand dollars just to speak with me I’m wide awake but his lady wanna sleep wit me I’ll keep ballin in this bitch long as i keep winning At this rate i’ll hit a home run each inning I’m all about my dollars, so you can keep your pennies Sorry, keep your two cents, we don’t need any After fast money and cheap women But i’m smart, i know better than to skeet in em Sean John denim plus I got my heat in em You know that iron hot enough to put a crease in em I got my suit and briefcase, bitch i mean business And i only been to court as a defendant Jumpin right back in the trap soon as the beat finish And i told my plug we can meet in 3 minutes Thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway Your opinion doesnt matter over here But thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway No your opinion never mattered over here (x2) Lito: LITO! (how you spell that?) IDGAF Homey i dont give a fuck, and no i dont need they help (NAW!) Big strap in my belt, big stacks guess what else (WHAT ELSE?) Big boy, width both sides my garage and i bought that myself My bitch got a bitch my friend so i dont really need your ho All my homies plugged in so who cares if you… (keep it slow?) If you was on that we would know, you could be the… Or one of these clown ass niggas out here beefin on my hoes Hold up, who are you again? My gun too big to be arguin Don’t worry bout what im charging them My price too lovely to be bargainin Who they supposed to say what about bout Star, come again? Look, i’m only concerned with makin your broad come again She give me brains anyday She say my chain is in the way I drop her off, she say please stay I be like thanks…anyway Thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway Your opinion doesnt matter over here But thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway No your opinion never mattered over here (x2) Trip: I know why they mad at me, im too arrogant I come from moving packages, pounds of asparagus Your pockets is hilarious, i’m not into charity Stay from broke niggas they be fuckin with my allergies I know the truth hurt, now you in agony Me i’m seeing dollar signs, crystal clear clarity Lit like a sunday, even on saturday And girl i beat that pussy up, no assault and battery Yeahhh im the sheeeit, ask the janitor Find me in the trap, nigga how you catch a animal? East side gorilla clique, a pack of wild cannibals Eatin emcee’s, and oyu dont stand a chance with us And we got that work, what you think we carry hammers for? Ready for a gunfight, who the lucky challenger? Everyday a payday, check your calendar Now you know you niggas not dealing with no amateur Thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway Your opinion doesnt matter over here But thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway No your opinion never mattered over here (x2)