Lyrics Studio & Gas Stations Coming Soon - Starlito

My nigga on the run, still clutching his gun
Love him like a son, but can't do much but pray for him
I'm piping for the sinners, it's kinda hard to mention
The home man ain't gon touch the streets, cuz he a senior citizen
I know they are hustlin', I've really seen 'em gettin' it
Niggas don't respect my vision cuz now my stain legitimate
Smokin' out in the foreigns, just bending corners
Pussy niggas like I think you doin' I get hated fo' what I get seen in
One man army ready fo' warfare, no lieutenant, just tell me
Where 100 racks get yo four squares and I'mma go and get it
Back and forth to Kentucky, yeah, with a load of midgets
Ten packs on my shoulders, they keep pullin' up in my old Civic
Pull up, the nigga on the run, who you was talkin' bout?
That's the same nigga the show promoter was arguin' bout
Second guessin', finnessin', grab award and they hogged 'im out
Gon' and fuck the house, anything attempted walkin' out
Plenty many extentrical ceiling wouldn't it be tempting?
Hit the blink and the biscuit, you flinch and you get the business
Certified, first for the grind
Workin' the ride, askin' nobody fo' nothin', you do it, murder yo pride
Women I have been with tend to flirt with the eyes
Deception by different methods, her smile a perfect disguise
Momma taught me can't be no more Captain Kirk on the side
Laughin' duckin' and crapin' it, first you thought I was blind
Luca Brasi said any Hannah would lead while you're gettin' knocked out
Leave a nigga in Tennessee leakin' Louisiana hot sauce
Prolly think we just poppin' shit, not really a mob boss
Till the haters get on yo front yard and block yo whole block up

Just left outta the spot lookin' like I just got my rocks off
With a bad bitch and a bag full of rocks straight out the doctor's office
I dunno what you thought, I'm about anotha talkin'
But I gotta tell ya, just bought a car that'll knock sense out ya
Outta town, free Bron and Beethoven
Private I's watch what you're drivin' out the casino
Ring the ding dong politely then pop you right through the peep hole
Lotta pounds allowed if it wadn't prolly Falito
How it weigh and how it cost, haul it off in the smallchies
Shawty a bitch surely, I'm startin' to call her broad
Nick remind me of Morgy, she eatin' from out the sharks
Knife talk in the mall, coppin' collars as if I'm God
They follow, that's what I thought, by Impalas
Don't know what their pro'lems is but got too many dollas
In the lotto, so I'll prolly won't stop an hour
And this strap, got one in the august
I'm bout it, just suck my dolpher
I got myself evolved
Rockin' with public republicans, wish you a bunch of luck
If you luvin' fuckin' yo publicist
Metaphorically speakin' about the hammer
Tragic deformation of character equal damage
Can't sleep from peepin' the cameras
Keep havin' dreams of 'em people beepin' in on this camera
I been creepin' to Atlanta, play pussy, heed or delete a panther
Brought up in the streets so was taught to squeeze automatics
Three in the liter, these were just our habits
Studios and gas stations, if not, you just catch us in traffic
Yeah!