Produced By Coop [Prod. By Coop] - Starlito

Drop the top, trunk beating, like look at my rims

Pull up on her, like shawty, quit looking, get in

I’m running through that gwap like I’m getting 'em for ten

I said, I’m running through that gwap like I’m getting 'em for ten

They said you ain’t ballin' 'til you get you a Benz

Okay, so I got me a Benz

Running through that gwap got my little shawty trying to watch all her friends

They all want me, ain’t no telling what I’ll drop her off in

Beauty shop in my drop, Nail shop in that Benz

I heard he selling dope, let the gossip begin

These bitch ass rappers wouldn’t have pulled up in our projects, I’m saying

I know where all your spots at, nigga, get popped at for playing

I might be at a show if I hop out that van

I might be with your ho, call her sloppy no hands

My price be due below, so I drop off them bands

I’m running through that gwap like I got an advance

But I don’t, word to my nigga, he locked in the pen

Feds to be exact ran in the spot with the pots and the pans

Been selling dope since I was a teen, I’m gon' stop if I can

Just sold a shirt that said Free Red Dot in Japan

'06 Like Father, Like Son dropped, I got like ten grand (thanks)

'07 I was in the hood with a chopper in my hand

I fucked my own career up, I got no problems saying it

But bitch, I been getting money, fuckin' right, Gotti was paying

I’m just impatient, right, you would not understand

You wasn’t around in '08 when I was copping like ten

Of some bullshit regular, me and Dot going ham

In the section 8 metro center with a lot of them grams

Bought a house in '09, stole my neighbors cable

Caught five charges while me and Wayne were on the same label

I barely know that nigga, and I ain’t gang related

Never been on TV rapping, so what you can’t say is

A nigga put me on, bitch, I put niggas on

And keep getting rid of phones, can’t sleep at night, I’m living wrong

I’m ready to take something like they locked up the plug

I’m doing better than ever, but I can’t stay off them drugs

Spend so much time in the office, I barely go to the club

But they DTF your TBG, that mean they down to fuck

It make her wet when I call her to help me count it up

Rolling on them ounces, my new old school is getting mounted up

Put my shit on 8's, you could say I’m riding zips

Sell that shit any day, fucking right, I’m trying to flip

Fuck these sucker ass niggas and fuck the politics

If you a graduating senior, apply for my scholarship

I’m doing two of 'em, ain’t nothing but a stack, either way I gotta give back

I’m from the hood, yeah, look how I lived that

Look at this game, look at these hypocrites

And how they not kicking the facts, meanwhile, I’m giving them that

Non-Fiction rap, sometimes I hate myself

But one thing none of these haters can’t take from me is I made myself

Lito, sometimes I hate myself

One thing none of these haters can’t take from me is I made myself