Outtakes

Lyrics

[Intro: Step Brothers sample] "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 rip," that's a typo Here go Don Trip [Don Trip] Mr. Don Trip, Eastside gunsmith 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, wrist 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 Pistol dirty, leave the scene 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 my Fanta quarter pound to blow Now I'm 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, Addams Family Trip, that's my family, stepbrother, actually Gotta pray just to make it through the day And I got that strap with me In the event of confrontation, it speaks on behalf of me And she's 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 y'all came Thought 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 Lil pretty bitch look bad in a glass heel She suck a hundred dicks and blame it on that half a pill [Starlito] Bring the yoppers where your momma and your dad live It'll be much louder than a Waka Flocka 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 probably 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 picking at me for? Gotta be more than the reefer I pay my nigga to sneak up, crawl down and delete ya You rap niggas got your feet up, old ass nigga can't keep up Yeah y'all got your dough but to me and my folk, y'all look like pizza I'm balling, bitch, and I'm 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 an-y 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 Shirley, she'd agree I mean so the only person see it is me I got a nigga with an attitude, Eazy-E Kick a bitch out like, "Beat it, b" 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 Coulda sworn I put it out a year or so ago, but, maybe I'm wrong Few radio spins, I was doin my than Did the remix with Gucci Mane Matter of fact, you can Google it, man Just type in "Lito" [Don Trip] More flow than a speedboat, still here chasin the Cheetos All I see is c-notes, but I live by the g-code Eff your 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 R.I.P to 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 "KINGKONG," 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 y'all rap niggas But Star keep throwin more beats on [Starlito] Nah bro ya can't blame me You got me back rapping so you can't leave Might change beats but won't 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, I'm talkin 'bout my heart Just in case you followed all that Evil cold-hearted killer for what I'm 'bout to do to this track 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 Whoop a nigga ass, then pop him too Lookin at the lane while I'm watching the news My young nigga say, "What I got to do?" Drop a whole bag on a robber crew [Don Trip] Tell em, "This our block, y'all got to move" It's either that or we gotta shoot Ain't a goddamn thing that a cop could do It be another half an hour before they got to you My block much too hot to snooze So around her, heat's not optional I might cop me a block or two, eagles, hawks, and cardinals I'm cold enough to get freezer-burn Send 50 stacks to my legal firm Chillin in the trap with a bad bitch And that bitch might need a perm But you ain't bout money, why be concerned? I stuff my shit like a taxidermist But y'all wanna eat with me and my gang Bring a lunchbox and pack a thermos [Starlito] And a thermal, freeze me, polo to my feet And my lil four-four yelling, "Squeeze me" Loco with those vocals, I know they're supposed to treat me But all I know is dro, you'll find Waldo before you see a C [Starlito] We should do this again It's been very constructive [Don Trip] Shout out to the Trash Bag Gang Sittin fat's a way of life… Haaah I know I prolly take shit too 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 [Starlito] 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 [Don 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 [Don 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 Thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway Your opinion doesnt matter over here But thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway No your opinion never mattered over here [Starlito] 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 Thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway Your opinion doesnt matter over here But thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway No your opinion never mattered over here [Don 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 Thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway Your opinion doesnt matter over here But thanks anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway No your opinion never mattered over here