Don Trip Day After Thanksgiving

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Ok tomorrows never certain

Them niggas that you thought was ur dawgs became serpents

I already got two kids expecting a third one

And he’ll be on this earth before I get rights to see my first one

Look like I’m gon’ need a forklift to carry these burdens

My family’s all I got and for this cake I won’t desert them

I traded privacy for success but was it worth it?

I guess you’ll get the answer next time we meet in person

True fears I was working a [?] before the deal came

Fortunate to never see no judge beside mill lane

Do feel all my brothers in the slammer cos their deal came

The dope money slowing up now but the bills ain’t

A penny for your thoughts go find a piggy bank

And most these niggas claim they OGs but don’t hold any rank

And I, I don’t know whats in my future but I know prison ain’t

If being broke is funny its a good thing I’m not into pranks

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Tomorrow may never come

Then we knee deep in this shit too late to plunge

On the bright side got this yellow bitch that’s a blonde

And it ain’t hard to [?] why I call this lil bitch a sponge

We too busy out having fun to be stacking funds

Till they cap my ass with these guns and hold back my bonds

Yeah, you know the saying live fast and die young

I move to the beat of my own 100 round drum

Our presidents black we think we won maybe I’m not [?]

Last time I checked this still the slums

His child ain’t got no pampers but he got them new lebrons

And later on he’ll make the news and you gon blame it on the song

Meanwhile I stand back against the wall head to the sun

If I don’t stand like a man then how can I expect it from my son

If I’m swimming with sharks I don’t expect to see a swan

I’m number one, two’s no winner and third place receives bronze

Just in case tomorrow never comes

Just in case tomorrow never comes

For a nigga like me

Tomorrow ain’t no guarantee

Say its no guarantee for a nigga like me

And no it ain’t no guarantees

Don Trip 28th Song

[Verse 1: Starlito]

And if I thought that I could change maybe I would

I got a lot of common sense but baby I’m hood

I sold dope before but I wouldn’t say that you should

But I’ve been broke before and it doesn’t feel good

Bruh told me push

Fuck niggas wouldn’t have nothing on my books

Hate this stupid ho I’m with but love the way she look

Love the way she lie

But her cousin got me plugged in on the kush

Must be crazy I then double dipping fucking on her sister, oops!

I know I ain’t shit I ain’t proud of it

Then called 16 had to call them right back like…

Want a verse or a pound of it?

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money

Yea I kinda like the sound of it

Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies

Fuck around and get found bloody

Outchea thugging without a budget

They trying to figure out how I does it

Independent and I’m winning

I was broke before but it’s been a minute

Spending chicken independent

That’s a rollie so it isn’t ticking

Time is money, can’t spend a second

Second guessing no indecision

My second weapon got extensions in it

That’s thirty shots

Living life as a thug nigga, that’s word to pac

Grind hard so we stir a lot

Swerving, serving like we never heard of cops

Prefer to handle my business personally

You want this work or not?

[Verse 2: Don Trip]

My money dirty, my hands dirty

Pistol dirty, my whip clean

Bitch with me, we riding dirty

She talk dirty but her pussy clean

I’m still dirty, I’m still working

I’m still serving, nigga fuck you mean

My pockets fat and my temper short

And my clip is longer than a limousine

And I let that bitch come bark at you

Bitch I’m strapped like a dog catcher

The last thing you want is confrontation

Cause I’m with the shit like your gallbladder

30 rounds in that 12 gauge

Incendiary that’s overkill

I live life in the fast lane

Either catch up or be roadkill

Trap nigga way before the deal

I don’t give a shit about a deal

Bitch I got a plug, I’m a heavyweight

With more outlets than the opry mill

Such a fly guy I’m so outta hell

I’m so fresh to death I ought to write a will

Got a box of bullets ready to touch you pussies

These hollow points tryna cop a feel

In the trees like a baby panda

Paranoid I’ll spray the hammer

I’m in my house up all night

Just staring at my surveillance cameras

I’m warning you no warning shots

I’ll pop your ass and you’ll learn your lesson

Stressed out, still counting money

Cause that’s best antidepressant

If I thought that I could change maybe I would

I got a lot of common sense but bitch I’m hood

And I’ve sold dope before I ain’t saying you should

But I’ve been broke before and that never feels good

Bitch!

Don Trip Losing Streak

Hi there Porshia, I miss you girl

You moved on and I gotta be man enough to wish you well

Oh I’m so jealous of your new boyfriend

I can’t lie, I wish it was I; I wish it was us

I gave you gifts but I ain’t give you enough

I ain’t give you the love

Look at me now, lonely as the man who stands on top

And I’d take both of my hands tryna turn back the hands on the clock

Rewind that bitch to the day we met

I’d do better, at least I’d try

You were an angel in disguise

Foolish I, I let you fly

I let you go, I let you slide

Fought my ego, blame my pride

I shoulda been tryna make you my bride, instead I was tryna feed you more lies

You’re at home, I’m at the Telly turn off my phone

I ain’t shit, this is what I get; Did you so wrong

Well they say hindsight is 20/20 and you don’t appreciate until it’s gone

And here I stand all on my own, all by myself; Here’s where I belong

Just missing you, all season long

Dig for my heart and find an empty space cause you’re still not home and I’m all alone

[Chorus:]

On my losing streak, on my losing streak

Say I’m going through hell, add one more “L” to my losing streak

Say I’m going through hell, add one more “L” to my losing streak

On my losing streak, on my losing streak

Say I’m going through hell, add one more “L” to my losing streak

Say I’m going through hell, add one more “L” to my losing streak

Hello momma, remember me

It’s been so long, we hardly speak

No we don’t talk not like we use to, no not the least

I made some choices within my life that you don’t agree

I’ve been trying so hard to make you proud of me

I’ve been knocked down and I managed to still stand on my feet and not take a knee

Cause that’s what you taught me, I learned it well

I never let a thorn penetrate my shell

If I want it, I go and get it myself

And I’ll dig my own grave before I ask for help

I guess we’re too stubborn for our own good

Cause we don’t ever see eye to eye

And there ain’t no good inside no goodbye

So here I write my open scribe

In my feelings, I’m too bold to hide

I thought my heart was too cold to cry

And I stand corrected

I know you’ll be happy to see your son with a college degree but that’s not me

I’m no scholar

I grew up with no role models and no one to follow

So I had to live a little to learn a lot

And honestly I earned everything I’ve got

Sorry momma, I love you dearly but I can not be who I’m not

So I’m only me

[Chorus]

Hey unborn girl, daddy let you down

Cause me and momma couldn’t stick together nor stick around

And truth is I’m probably gonna have to fight to be in your life

But I get stronger after every round so we’ll be alright

Say hi to Jaylen, wave at Journey, smile at Kaya

You’re all survivors

I almost gave up cause I was exhausted

I almost lost it, the pain just piled up

And lately I been a nervous wreck

Can’t live this fast and not expect to crash

A few more minutes and this Christmas Eve woulda been my last

To have Milton back, I’d give my all

To keep them fed I’ll give my last

No I’m not perfect, I’m nowhere near it

If that was a course, I flunked the class

I shoulda been a better man and I shoulda been a better son

I’m tryna better than I was yesterday before tomorrow comes

And talk is cheap, you don’t profit none

I didn’t believe in angels til I walked with one

I’d never seen a dove until I caught me one

Was too immature so I lost me one

I take my scars, earn every bruise

They say you can’t win til you learn to lose

And here I stand no chance at peace

At war within me, virtuous me

Tryna steal a win on my losing streak

[Chorus]

Don Trip Pimp C 3000

[Intro: Starlito]

Ay man, you remember me from school?

[Don Trip]

Nah, not really, but you keep smiling like a clown

Facial expression looking silly

[Starlito]

I know I ain’t a pimp but I remember what pimp taught me

[Verse 1: Don Trip]

Okay, my plug call and hang up, I know what that mean

Give him ’bout twenty minutes

We’ll rendezvous and he’ll hit me off with them things

I play wholesale, I’m not breaking down, I got no use for no bean

But we wide open, my spot rollin’ like a yo-yo with no string

Check my calendar, I never fall off, just winter, summer, and spring

God damn right, I ride dirty but I’m zest fully clean

Now that fast money, I’m married to her but I’ve yet to give her a ring

You can try me, I got the same guns as the U.S. Navy and Marines

I go blap blap, you go nap nap, fuck nigga sweet dreams

That serve you right, for sleepin’ on me while I wake up to your queen

And I’m gon’ kick her out cause she speak, don’t say shit ‘less it’s about cheese

Let’s talk money, I learned to count before I could read

[Starlito]

Really, I’m illiterate, if it ain’t about no dividends

I be switching from my bitches, might not never know what whip I’m in

Get to sipping, reminiscing, back when I was just a middle man

I’m a boss, I pay bills, taxes, tithes, and attention, jail visits

They hear this, they like who the hell is it

At the car wash with Lil Tink and they only sell 50’s

10 racks from my show, travel 1250

Sneak my tre 8 in the club, I’mma take my shells with me

My young niggas they love this shit, OG’s too

Real recognize real, we ain’t never seen you

Catch me at the bank going through withdrawals like that lean do

Riding dirty, clean coupe, never heard him saying he-ain’t-shoot

I might be the smartest, stupid nigga you know

Fuck around, rock Gucci head to toe

Hope they don’t scoop me ‘fore I blow up

How many artists you know that got done shootin’ at their own show

They ain’t have no proof, once I leave this booth, man, I don’t know

[Hook x2: Starlito (and Don Trip)]

If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying

If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lying

(Guess, we done came a long way like them slim ass cigarettes

Guess, we done came a long way like them slim ass cigarettes)

[Verse 2: Don Trip]

I’m rollin’ Seville’s, gripping my steel

With a bad bitch in my lap with so much slob she need a bill

And she don’t have no problem popping that pussy like a pill

Trying to turn her to your wife’s like trying to reinvent the wheel

I’m just getting it how I live, I ain’t worried about none of these hoes

I got a chopper in the back and a 40 in my lap and I ride on these niggas like vogues

That beef shit’ll get outta control, I gun you down and hop back on the road

It’s just me and all my folks, we coming up slamming Cadillac doors

[Starlito]

I’m out late cause ain’t enough darkness in the nighttime

One day you’re here and then you’re gone, I spent some nights crying

Writing rhymes – ten times out of nine, if I’m lying

Well nevermind, I ain’t lying, all my niggas took they time

They gave my nigga Dot a quarter he got fifteen

I wish that we could raise our hemis and just sip lean

My life real you could ask hustleman, I ain’t no liar

Trash Bag Gang, bitch, we set the streets on fire

[Don Trip]

Step Brothers ’bout to be a household name, gotta love that shit

Weather man telling us it ain’t gon’ rain, but I still flood my strip

I move blocks up and down my block, non stop, around the clock

Sold dope, in the street like we tying rope, look at all these knots

Riding dirty and dodging cops, life sucks like lollipops

On the road to riches, no time to stop and my whip look like a autobot

Fly enough to hijack a plane, after take off, private landing

Damn right I look down on you nigga, I’m just trying to get an understanding

[Starlito]

Tell your woman she come in handy

Just know I’m coming, running, dumping, gun in hand

Yea, if it come to family

I’m high as fuck, don’t give a fuck coming down in something candy

Smoke an eye for an eye, keep the lean on my cup to the point I almost won a grammy

I typed a text to the girl I used to see

Said I’m running from the police and I’m right here by your street

I jumped out threw my strap, ran, need a new phone

Man, the laws just won’t leave me alone

[Hook x2]

Don Trip Still Got Love…

Let’s chill, I don’t wanna settle down

It’s not what I want

It can be bad before, it can be bad afterwards

But when it’s good, it’s good

I still call your phone late at night

You answer cause you think I’m mister right

Your sex is the only thing I say

Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you

I’m not in love with you no more

Nah, no candles, no rose petals

I’m just tryna get licked like a closed letter

Say I’m tryna get neck like a gold…

Ain’t no love in my heart, you should have known better

But I love what’s in your pants like a gold treasure

We keep going back and forth it’s a broken record

I know I still melt your heart in the coldest weather

But the fact remains, we don’t belong together

Let’s chill, no darling I don’t wanna settle

Even when I’m feeling like your love is the best ever

Yes I got love for you, I’m not in love with you

This ain’t no love letter

That’s why you deserve more, I know you deserve better

But I’m not fit for you, I’m flyer than bird feathers

You love me to death though, I made need pound…

Cause you know I’m a dawg yo, you gonn need a dog catcher

I still call your phone late at night

You answer cause you think I’m mister right

Your sex is the only thing I say

Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you

I’m not in love with you no more

I swear I love it when it’s wet

And love it when it’s wrong

I don’t wanna be correct,

I don’t want your heart, I just want you out your dress

Let the kitten out the bag, and I’ll beat it to death

After that I’m taking off faster than a jet

Pack my parachute in case I have to press eject

I just wanna cores, no I don’t wanna connect

And send you back home without a higgy on your neck

It starts with a call then a picture gets text

And before you know it, we be at it like we just met

As if we ain’t split, as it I wasn’t your ex

A part of you was wishing it was more than just sex

Sorry baby our relationship wrecked

And I really wish you would just let the ship rest

Yes, to the left, to the left

Every feeling that we shared,

To the box, to the left

I still call your phone late at night

You answer cause you think I’m mister right

Your sex is the only thing I say

Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you

I’m not in love with you no more

So let’s chill, I don’t wanna settle down

It’s not what I wanna do

Take this time,

Let’s chill I don’t wanna settle down

It’s not what I wanna do

I wanna take this time to keep this real

I still call your phone late at night

You answer cause you think I’m mister right

Your sex is the only thing I say

Damn the truth hurts, but I got love 4 you

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you no more

I’m not in love with you

I’m not in love with you no more

Don Trip Untitled No Hook

[Starlito:]

I lost what was left to lose

Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling

Grind like I’m famished

Still ride with them hammers

Try to understand me

Man I’m just tryna provide for my family

My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books

The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books

That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks

Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood

I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood

But you can keep that and I traded my OG status

I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers

They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy

Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day

Strapped when I’m in traffic

And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay

War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way

Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes

‘Lito

I mean we don’t have

Like we’re not so similar like

There people like I mean we have different habits

We have different ways of doing things

But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console

You know it’s clock work

So I think with that film that was the other thing

Like those guys play by their own rules

And they did what made sense to them

And that was the strength of their bond

Lito

[Don Trip:]

You know you can count on me like a mathematician

If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it I never slacked to get it

Long as my casket empty

Niggas say my name and wanna hear raps already

Just slap ’em silly

I got a clapper with me

And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it

Three hour drive to Nashville

Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken

Then it’s back to Memphis

By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal

Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?

Ask a catcher’s mitten

Betting against us is like hitting a strip club

Searching for classy women

Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant

But still not high as God intended

Smallest giant, largest weapon

223 if the odds against me

Momma ain’t raise no punk

Disagree with me that’s ’til I raise this pump

I can come back everyday and not have to reload

But ain’t enough days in a month

Third time hearing bout a raid this month

Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut

I remember riding low key on pins and needles

For all this hay in the truck

And I got a baby AK in the front

I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in

Got road rage on the road to riches

To city near you for my backing

Don Trip 3rd 2nd Chance

[Don Trip:]

Okay, I’m trying to convince you, this is for your own good

I’m good to you, bad for you

You might need to listen to your homegirl

Love is in the air

I crack a smile and inhale

Maybe I’m high off the fascination

Maybe that’s why the shit fails

Maybe I’ll never learn that love hurts ’til shes in love with Someone else

Either way we must evacuate the ship’s going down

Save yourself

Life’s too short to wonder ’bout what could have been

And please don’t travel down memory lane, its full of dead ends

Well, go dry your eyes

You got a long road ahead of you

You gon’ need fuel for the drive

Don’t worry ’bout me cause I’m in tact

I threw my feelings out bout 50 miles back

Give it 6 months you gon’ bounce back

Some nigga from the gram gon’ come double tap

Then he gon’ seem true and you gon’ feel past

I’m a hit you up and make it all relapse

Baby I miss you, baby I’m sorry

I want you back, I’m so broken hearted

I promised I changed, you wanna believe me

Your heart tell you different but you disregard it

We get together it’s like we first started

You all on the internet posting your shawty

Then I go and throw everything we just had away

For a bitch I just met at a party

Now ain’t life grand

[Starlito:]

I know the truth hurts but I mean every word that I’m sayin’

I’m sorry for playing this not what I planned

Look please understand

I’m just a man that doesn’t deserve a 3rd 2nd chance

Said I’m just a man I don’t deserve you

Look, I’m trying to convince you

This for your own good

I’m good to you, bad for you

You might need to listen to your homegirl

Hate explainin’ why I ain’t come home girl

Or lying through the phone

You’re obviously not happy with me

So try it on your own

Tired of you crying cause I’m wrong

And 10 wrongs don’t make a right

Used to spend all day fighting

Just to say go on stay the night

Wake up tomorrow just to argue

I always accuse you out of guilt

I ain’t proud to admit but I know I ain’t shit

And that’s truly how I feel, forreal

If I thought I could change then maybe I would

Bet on myself I know baby I should for you and for me

And for karma sake

Losing more sleep every promise I break

They only care ’bout how much I make

Laying up praying the condom don’t break

Meanwhile you waiting but I’m not on the way

Ain’t life grand

[Don Trip:]

Damn

Although the truth hurts I mean every word that I’m sayin’

I’m sorry for playing this ain’t what I planned

Please understand

I’m just a man that doesn’t deserve a 3rd 2nd chance

I’m just a man and I don’t deserve you

Don Trip Doernbecher

Guerilla

Yeah, yeah

Shout out to [?]

Yeah, yeah

I’m just a gorilla, I adapt to any habitat

I’m so fucking high, y’all look like ants from where I’m standin’ at

Oh, the feeling’s nice, everybody’s got advice

Mine’s: money, pussy, money, I know I put “money” twice

I look halfway through this bitch if I see somethin’ that I like

Shawty, I can see the future, we’ll be fuckin’ by tonight

You gon’ let me kill that pussy ’til I bring you back to life

I’m like bih don’t die wit’ me, no, don’t go toward the light

Time is money, I don’t got a millisecond for a hoe

Steve Jobs in his job, my relationship gold

I’m at home or on the road, bring my babies to the yo’

I’m not kiddin’, I think this my millionth time watchin’ Trolls

And these bitches lookin’ more and more like Poppy as we go

I just copped two extra phones, think I got too many hoes

Valentine’s around the corner, that’s when bitches get annoying

I spend mine with all my daughters, that’s Jakaya, Jurnee, Zoë

Gettin’ rich, with my friends like [?], Ross, and Joey

Hope my girls look up to anyone, but Kourtney, Kim, and Khloé

That’s offensive and I know it, but I do not give a shit

I’m so unapologetic, what I said is what I meant

You the type to talk in circles and hope people get the hint

I say what the fuck I want and give no fuck who I offend

I got red dots on my Carbons and Bluetips in my advance

I got too much hustle in me, I don’t have to scam a skimp

I will never ask for favors, got my own, you silly bih

Say, my driveway big enough, I could do donuts in that bit’

You know I’m the shit, you do know I’m the shit?

You gon’ need a bunch of Air Wicks for you to fight the stench

I’m in love with my masseuse, she like damn, “your shoulder’s tense”

I say, I been liftin’ weight, I been body slammin’ bricks, really, I’m just talkin’ shit

I don’t touch no drugs

He say he the plug

Bet that nigga bugged

Bet that nigga wired like a 1,000-Watt bulb

Niggas out here giving statements and y’all show them niggas love

Found out homie broke the code, broke my fuckin’ heart (broke my motherfuckin’ heart)

Shoutout Juicy J, I swear you saved a nigga’s life

Nigga dug me out the grave, I was too fucked up to fight

I was on my way to MIA, that bullshit hurt my pride

They was playin’ with my money, I was gonna burn them niggas down

Headed out to Lake Oasis, I was gon’ murder ‘Kool and ‘Dre

I guess Juicy caught my vibe, he saw something in my face

He said, “don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll show you a better way”

I got rich with Juicy J and that’s a debt I can’t repay

I don’t know where I was headed, I know I wasn’t thinkin’ straight

‘Cause I couldn’t feed my babies and they think this shit a game

I was never after fame, I’m just tryna make it out

Came a long way from sneakin’ product out my Mama’s house

Came a long way from weighin’ up with Hayman Scales

Turned my bedroom to the booth and felt something “upped” the sales

Spent my whole life tryna get it and not leave a paper trail

Was it worth it in the end? I think only time will tell

Godspeed

Was it?

I think only time will—

Spent my whole life not to leave a paper trail

Was it worth it in the end? I think only time will tell

Godspeed!

Don Trip Boomshakalaka

[Starlito:]

Pull up shooting, yeah I clutch .30’s

Just like Curry, but my cup dirty

I’ll shoot a nigga, like Future nigga

When Young Metro say you ain’t trustworthy

Does that make Trip Klay Thompson?

In the kitchen like Action Bronson

Racks on me like I’m Blac Youngsta

I’m an All-Star with cash money

[Don Trip:]

NASCAR full of fast money

I fuck a bitch for her tax money

My bread dirty like Murphy Lee

But I’m Marshawn Lynch if you at me something

I’m so cold, I need a space heater, and a pair of mittens, and a chinchilla

Left hand shooter like James Harden

But I’m good with the right like Quentin Miller

Blade sharp as a potato peeler

My clip long enough to say No Limit

My babies even like balling out they say “Daddy’s pockets got play dough in it”

[Starlito:]

This my real life man it ain’t no image

All these rappers with the same ol’ gimmicks

Talk that talk but they don’t live it

We the Dream Team, ’92 Olympics

Pistol on me like I’m Pete Maravich

Shooter like I’m Peja Stojakovic

You would think I play for Gregg Popovich

Moral of the story, you ain’t robbing shit

[Don Trip:]

Strapped like I’m ready for an apocalypse

Two percent tint on my rocket ship

Beam on my bit’ with a carbine kick

And a clip longer than a fucking hockey stick

[Starlito:]

Two 9’s on me, I’m Jermaine Gretzky

Ten pounds of sour that’s a power play

Tryna get a check and stay out the penalty box

I’ve been grinding 48 hours a day

I can eyeball it and tell you how much it weighs

Sell you dry wall and tell you “Have a nice day”

On the Eastside that’s the games we play

But I’ve been trying hard to stay out of the way

I know some bad bitches that’ll lie to your face

Tell you that they love you then send my guys to your place

Naaah, and they don’t bake

Them niggas coming for them pies and that cake

[Don Trip:]

And all they wanna know is the time and place

Money in the picture, I’ma find a way

I checked my schedule, my time is great

It’s pay day, it’s my kind of day

I’m back in the bitch like I moved away

Laughing at the bitches that I used to date

Bitch told me to buy her a Gucci bag, I told her “Shut the fuck up” like Juicy J

This hoe must be hallucinating

I’d rather throw all my loot away

I’d rather burn all the cash I got, if I tricked I’d never recuperate

I’d be somewhere in the ICU

Breathing through a muthafucking oxygen tube

Craig like “Craig, what happened to you!”

I’m dying cause I bought some bitch some shoes

[Starlito:]

They lie so often, I get confused

I’m on my grind, yeah my office is my kitchen too

Everybody with me tote my bitches too

You might get hit six different tools

A .45, a .40, Glock 9, FN five-seven, and a couple Mac-11’s

Overnight trip, yeah we still pack the weapons

Though we might trip, extra clips for protection

This ain’t what you want, but that’s just a suggestion

Make it out alive even if I get arrested

Tell a hundred lies, but I won’t give a confession

I could teach a lesson on discretion, Lito

Don Trip 4×4 Relay

[Verse 1: Starlito]

Threw a slumber party in the studio

Saved the session as a souvenir, told shawty to shoot me to the store

This is NBA Jams turbo boost code in juice mode

I’m alley hoop throwed, Stingray coupe flow

Step Brothers 2 though

[Verse 2: Don Trip]

Still getting head like a nouveau

Bout my business like suit coat

My soul is not for sale even if I own my own shoe store

They wanna talk wordplay

I’m bout more checks than a survey

Bout to bring an end to the week like the day after Thursday

[Verse 3: Starlito]

What a business week, these niggas weak as SWV knees

Still down for the dirty dollars, I guess I’m in 3-D

Might sound effortless, nevertheless curse and blessing to have seen things

Exceptional recollection except for when questioned in precincts

[Verse 4: Don Trip]

And I shall be fly till I die like a bee sting

Your girl give my dick suga ’til I’m sleep sweet dreams

I just wanna ball, that’s all, no hoop dreams

Meanwhile I’m all over her tongue like shoe strings

[Verse 5: Starlito]

I get high top with drop, got the shit hot, not to throw rocks

But watching the throne is like watching the cops

A lot of these niggas been watching us honestly

Suckers get popped

Lying to popped the chopper, I don’t pop mollies… no more

[Verse 6: Don Trip]

I take more shots than a paparazzi, no photos

Life is sweet but still sucks like a snow cone

Got some shooters on payroll and what you don’t know is

They’ll come get up with your stupid ass pro bono

[Verse 7: Starlito]

Let’s go four more, that’s four four four four

What Bo don’t know, I’m a legend in two games, that’s grind and I’m on

The nights get so long, I am so gone

Hydrocodone, for the five going strong

You get this hundred pack for four hundred thrown

[Verse 8: Don Trip]

I’m never lying to my fans, it’s like I’m rapping under oath

And I’m so fucking fresh to death my wardrobe is comatose

My lil brother still in the trap

Although I’m on the road to get that white girl sold like all Madonna shows

[Outro: Starlito & Don Trip]

I got all kind of droves

Step Brothers