Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Studio & Gas Stations Coming Soon, artist - Starlito. Album song Introversion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
Studio & Gas Stations Coming Soon |
My n*gga on the run still clutching his gun |
Love him like a son but can’t do much but pray for him |
I’m paying for his sentence |
It kind of hurt to mention it |
Little homie ain’t going to touch the streets the heat is in the city |
I know he a hustler I really see him getting it |
N*ggas don’t respect my vision |
Cause now my scheme legitimate |
Smoking out on the phone just bending corners like p*ssy n*ggas think I rent it |
though |
I was heated when you seen me |
One man army ready for warfare no lieutenant |
Just show me where a hundred rats |
Get your four squares I’m a go get it |
Back and forth to Kentucky with a load of midgets |
A ten pack for my show tickets pulling up in my old six |
Hold up the n*gga on the run who you was talking about |
That’s the same n*gga the show promoter was arguing about |
Second guessing finessing grab the rod and he rode em out |
Car in front of the house anything attempting walking out |
Plenty men get extensions go fill it with it be intention |
Get the blick and the biscuit you flinch you gone get the business |
Certified thirst for the grind work in the ride |
Asking nobody for nothing you do it murder your pride |
Women I have been with ten to flirt with the eyes |
Deception by different methods a smile’s a perfect disguise |
Momma taught me can’t be no hoe Captain Kirk on the side |
Laughing ducking and trapping at first you thought I was blind |
Look up wise and said Anna with Lito you getting knocked off |
Leave a n*gga in Tennessee licking Louisiana hot sauce |
Prolly think we just popping sh*t and not really my box |
Tell the others in your front yard to block your whole block off |
Left out the spot looking like I just got my rocks on |
With a bad b*tch and a bag full of rocks and straight out the doctors office |
I don’t know what you thought I would bother not to talk |
But I got to tell you that I just bought a car better not talk |
Out of town free brand and bee tow |
Private eyes watch what you drive out the casino |
Ding dong politely and pop you right through the peep hole |
Lot of pounds allowed to if it weren’t prolly for Lito |
Highway in our cars |
Haul it off in the smarts |
Shorty will be here shortly |
I’m starting to call her Bart |
Neck reminds me of Marge and she eat it from out the shorts |
My life is tall in the mall copping collars as if I go |
Follow that’s what I thought impala |
Don’t know what they problem is but got too many dollars |
And the lotto so I prolly won’t stop it until I own it |
That strap got one in the hole cause somebody just shot my dog |
Before I got myself involved |
Rocking republic republican wish you a bunch of luck |
If you love f*cking your publicist |
Metaphorically speaking about to hammer |
Tragic defamation of character equal damage |
Can’t sleep for the peeping the cameras |
Keep having dreams of them people beeping in on the scanner |
I’ve been creeping to Atlanta |
Play p*ssy heater the leader panther |
Brought up in the streets I was taught to squeeze automatics |
Three in the liter these are just how I have it |
Studios and gas stations if not you catch us in traffic |