Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SW4, artist - Starlito. Album song Starlito's Way 4: GhettOut, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.2017
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
SW4 |
| GhettOut |
| Nah, we ain’t the same, hmm |
| You got that ho on retainer, I don’t do no explaining |
| I’ll never be famous, I go everywhere with my banger |
| You’ll tell everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster |
| I ain’t scared of you motherfuckers, I’m just afraid of my |
| If she love me like she say she love me we gon' be alright |
| I still call and check up on her just to see if she alright |
| Never home, I’m living wrong, I know I need to treat her right |
| She just picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight |
| I’m living fast, two twenty-five on the dash |
| I’m really getting to a bag, these niggas livin' in the past |
| Let’s talk facts, I’m the one with them racks |
| I’m the one that’ll pull up on you all by myself with that MAC |
| I’m the one niggas pull up on and I tell 'em pull around the back |
| Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac sack |
| Know I’m probably gon' tax |
| If you know I got it on me, showing out for the police |
| I think you a rat |
| Just took a loss, I think about eighty racks |
| All I can think 'bout is making it back |
| If this plug just keep it coming, fuck it we gon' be alright |
| I done ran a check up on 'em but I still will squeeze on sight |
| Whippin' on me when I’m wrong |
| But yeah they still gon' read my rights |
| I’m the one with the thirty rounds on the twelve gauge |
| Chopper singing, let it serenade |
| I got everything but a hand grenade |
| I was really gon' blow, I was like fourteen makin' pipe bombs |
| Now I got a little more sense but I’ll still shoot like a Nikon |
| Wrong place at the wrong time |
| But you niggas fuckin' with the right one |
| They call Craig Petties notorious |
| But where I’m from he’s an icon |
| Being broke ain’t never no fun |
| Back when they ain’t have a GoFundMe |
| I was moteling with a snow bunny |
| Paying all our bills with my dope money |
| Truth is, I been broke before, broke and poor |
| I ain’t even gon' front |
| I brought steak for dinner |
| But all my daughter want is cinnamon toast crunch |
| I keep the rifle like I go hunt, I stack the paper like a whole bunch |
| I say life is sorta like a toilet seat |
| You come pulling shit, I’m gon' dump |
| Hope you got life insurance, big time |
| Poppin' shit like the brick guy 'til they pop your ass |
| And your mama can’t afford to bury you without a fish fry |
| No rest, I can never loosen up, something like a ziptie |
| Got incendiaries in that thirty round, I’ll hop out on you and spit fire |
| That’s overkill, I’m in over-grind like it’s overtime, I don’t get tired |
| You a ho for real, and a pussy, that’s why you always be dick ridin' |
| We might’ve fell out but I never switched sides |
| And I never let shit slide |
| Fuck your baby mama while the kid nap |
| Doin' drive-bys out the bitch ride |
| Selling mid out a rental from Enterprise |
| They ain’t have nothing bigger than a midsize |
| That’s the difference between hitters and sendouts |
| Don’t tell me lil nigga, I been about it |
| Seventy-five round drum with me now |
| Ten pounds in the penthouse |
| I just opened one and the shit loud |
| I just sold three for like ten thousand |
| Me and bro gon' break these other six down |
| Yeah we gon' be alright |
| I just need a light, step brothers for life |
| GhettOut |
| If she love me like she say she love me we gon' be alright |
| I still call and check up on her just to see if she alright |
| Never home, I’m living wrong, I know I need to treat her right |
| She just picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I leave tonight |