lirik lagu lil starchy – trumpets
[intro~ lil starchy]
lil starch, yuh
[chorus]
i got some fits and i mix up and match
i’m cookin’ up i might mix up a batch
pockets got fatter, i been in my bag
they think i’m done, i ain’t finishin’ last
i’m heatin’ up, got the block hot
i’m blowin’ up like some pop rocks
they skip your songs like it’s hopscotch
this a ap, not no stopwatch
i get bread like busken
no, this not from hustlin’
i got 3 sides and they tusslin’
now that glock like chief and they bustlin’
stay dripped to the feet like jesus
‘bout my cheese ain’t talkin cheez its
my head gone looks like i need it
on the block you know i bleed it
‘bout my words just like it’s g~nius
[verse 1]
y’all beef ‘bout small sh~t like bite~size
i gotta glock i don’t fight guys
i don’t ever cheat turn that blind eye
i’m gettin’ more mobile off drive~bys
you try to cross me, meet everyone else who ain’t with us no more
know that i’m gettin’ some more
y’all just gave up ‘cause y’all know you ain’t winnin’ no more
spit on my grave when you know i ain’t spittin’ no more
y’all hang with the lames, i just hang with the greats that everbody want to and ain’t n0body go for em
yeah, i just show for em
i’m the king of complicated
got my whole crew out here famous
i just stay up high straight faded
i’m just stayin makin statements
[chorus]
i got some fits and i mix up and match
i’m cookin’ up i might mix up a batch
pockets got fatter, i been in my bag
they think i’m done, i ain’t finishin’ last
i’m heatin’ up, got the block hot
i’m blowin’ up like some pop rocks
they skip your songs like it’s hopscotch
this a ap, not no stopwatch
i get bread like busken
no, this not from hustlin’
i got 3 sides and they tusslin’
now that glock like chief and they bustlin’
stay dripped to the feet like jesus
‘bout my cheese ain’t talkin cheez its
my head gone looks like i need it
on the block you know i bleed it
‘bout my words just like it’s g~nius (ayy)
[verse 2]
i talk and they listen it’s like it’s a law
gettin’ a smack like it’s monday night raw
soon as i text back i get incoming calls
it’s 4 in the morning, i’m still making bread
they ain’t believe it, it’s just what i said
they don’t think i’m with it until their death bed
[verse 3]
i’m gettin’ off trees like it’s autumn
get top from the bottom
they scared ‘cause i fought em
he tried to war with us, they shot him
the feds, they ain’t got us
got 50k offers
i’m all ‘bout my options
i’m all ‘bout my paper, the office
my jeans made of cotton
my sheets, yeah, they softened, that don’t mean i’m soft
i still stay icy like frost
can hardly remember the last time i up and got crossed
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