About A B*tch

I got a bitch, that got a bitch
I'm tryna quit, downed a brick
Count this shit, it might be counterfeit
Tryna stretch it, before we run out of it
(yeah)
Yeah that's how it gets (Stepbrothers)
My lil homie had a scholarship
But he got shot and shit
About a bitch, ain't that bout a bitch
(ain't that bout a bitch)
But nigga I got locked up with
Gon probably snitch
(ain't that bout a bitch)
I Swear a nigga going through a lot of shit
I just can't snap out of it

I go to sleep on it
(on it) , and wake up focus (Lito)
What the fuck is up with
All these Hollywood locals
And why these main stream niggas
Wanna copy my vocals? Be another sad story
He got shot for some hoe shit (ahh)
Pop up at the show
We done popped the promoter (haha)
Right after we pull off
Cops probably show up old lady stop me
While I was shoppin at Kroger
Said waitin on my new tape
(Lito) she already got all the old shit
Its on the way, Oh Shit
Just finishin a to go shit
Hatin niggas hatin
We didn't mean to keep ya waitin
I am just an 80s baby
That these streets raised crazy
You try to interfere with that check
Might as well pistol play us

Cold hearted, don't do favors
Ain't no love really felt for me
These cards that was dealt to me
Fake friends, they don't care for me
Pockets empty
Not one name in my phone even lend help to me
Bad feeling
This baby I just had it's not my own
If I don't send money
Until the work come back then fuck it
I'm not wrong, she say she sorry
That get old
Son so invited you to path, but what for
Bout that time that I get that doe
Always on the road
That get rough, get that check, run it up
Face with problem after problem
Just work hard, and don't give up
(don't give up) fell off, flat broke
Heard 'I ain't shit' bout a hunnid times
Laughed at, talked about, suck it up
No cryin stack my money till it hurt
Made them all respect my grind

I hit my point in the back door, Deuce Deuce
Lil Jo (Lito)
He caught it though, man you niggas hoes
Glad you wasn't my charge partner
You would've told
Stress got a young nigga lookin old
We all crooked
I bought it after they took it
I'm out the hood hoe
Niggas still call my phone
Lookin for that good dro
And I got just what they lookin for
For the? though
If you want that love ticket
It's gon be pretendo (Lito)
You know what it feel like? Paying rent
For all of your kin folk
If I wouldn't ain't grind
So motherfucking hard
Believe me I woulda been broke
Riding through the hood, what they hidden for
Money on my head
Got a hit on me so I don't give a fuck
I done been hit before
This niggas don't want no money
But they go to war over a lil hoe

Starlito

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