[Intro: Starlito] 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 motherf**ers, I'm just afraid of my [Chorus: Starlito] 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 [Verse 1: Starlito] I'm living fast, two twenty-five on the dash I'm really getting to a bag, these n***as 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 n***as 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, f** 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 writes [Verse 2: Don Trip] 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 n***as f**in' 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 sh**, I'm gon' dump Hope you got life insurance, big time Poppin' sh** like the brick guy 'til they pop your a** 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 [Verse 3: Starlito] That's overk**, I'm in over-grind like it's overtime, I don't get tired You a ho for real, and a p**y, that's why you always be dick ridin' We might've fell out but I never switched sides And I never let sh** slide f** your baby mama while the kid nap Doin' drive-bys out the b**h 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 n***a, I been about it Seventy-five round drum with me now Ten pounds in the penthouse I just opened one and the sh** 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 [Chorus: Starlito] 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