Paper, Rock, Scissors

[Intro: Starlito] Aye Craig I ain’t going first next time Paper, Rock, Scissors Step Brothers [Verse 1: Starlito] Last time I checked, I deposited it And the teller tell you that it's obvious, that I’m getting lots of it I’m bossed up, I swear it cost so much That's why it cost to even talk to us (yea) Make sure you get your offer up Anything I do, I do it all for of us Got a family that’s depending on me I’m gambling or I’m spending some of it All my niggas stay into something Got a short fuse that extended on me [Verse 2: Don Trip] Still sleeping on us, you’re in a coma Don’t believe me, just wait a moment My brain cells got paper on them This 40 Glock got a laser on it Gun you down, spray you up Balling out, not laying up Thumbing through it, no paper cuts If your money talk, it ain’t saying much My momma thinks that I’m a lost cause Fully automatic, fuck a guard dog I rock G-Shock, no Audemar but I’m still flashy as a cop car In that grass like a lawn dart Star, I got ya back like a lumbar [Verse 3: Starlito] Okay, pour a deuce, pop one bar I’m gone but I ain’t going far My driver need to be designated She give me brain, that's free education They pass me bills with no legislation Going back to Cali, my weed medicated They keep asking me like everyday Wassup with that Step Brothers They either respect it or love it Now we do it for the check of it Woke up and said fuck it Bout to open up my next budget [Verse 4: Don Trip] Now watch as our checks double A nigga got drive like a Lex bubble Fuck you, pay up no discussion Ride through the city with a toaster oven Rob the game like it owe me something Bruh, I’m going in keep the motor running My bitch blowing like Etta James In my truck I got Mary Jane Feeling lucky no horseshoe But I run this shit like Edgerrin James Neva changed, go figure My brother faded like old pictures We are not the same see the big difference is You’re softer than a roll of tissue I know these rappers so frightened Cause we handle bars like bicycle I had to bring them so nice with it My ink pen drip ice sickles [Verse 5: Starlito and Don trip] As soon as I finish rolling up this blunt, I’ll get right with you So accurate with that heat, I feel like Mike Miller The FN my lil light pistol shoot chopper bullets look like missiles That's more money, more white bitches that follow order I’m high Hitler Eastside Guerrilla I throw it up like a coin flipper My money tall but I’m a short nigga Got so much game I need a sports ticker Of course nigga we killing this shit Call the mortician we still in this bitch As real as it gets I been dealing with splits no divorce nigga Grind Hard no choice nigga I’m a underdog no forfeiting Just me her and no inhibition She catch more kids than an orphanage (ugh!) Live everyday like it's 420 I’m disoriented like the orientals Had the cookies in the plastic no fortune in it (Hold up, you recording nigga?) No chorus but it’s going on like 4 minutes Fuck it, Trip go and end it Bout my commas like a run on sentence I know I’m a trip no pun intended Life’s a bitch, you keep playing with it Until me and death come pay a visit And my bullets are like jury duty In other words anyone can get it I slap your bitch with my magic stick Then treat that bitch like a sack of shit Dry your eyes, It’s a crying shame But I ball harder than catchers mitten I’m sitting fat your majesty I’m getting blowed like allergies I grind hard no acid grease I’m flipping pounds like balance beams Notch!