Starlito - Lurking With Roosters lyrics
rate meOk, see these hoes, I’m bout sick them
Last week I had 3 threesomes, a sixsome
I gutta bitch with a big gun, and another hoe that strip some
Another hoe to smoke all my kush and another hoe to sip some
That last hoe, a fat hoe, my fault, Did i forget one
I forget all they name, hit them, dismiss them
Your boyfriend buy red bottoms, well that makes one of us
6 months in, no spins, I’m a hunned up
My goonies tryina cash out, I tell them run it all
Brought me all they jewelry, and I’m buying it, I don’t give a fuck
The young nigga with them dreads and them tats, got that dirty strap
I just signed a nigga that don’t rap, but he be the murder rap
Last time I checked, I was shake life
I can’t even sleep when I got lean in my sprite
Mixing, mixing all these drugs, one hell of a flight
Pop a perkculator try to fuck all night
31 flavors, 31 racks, pull up with that sack, prolly walk back
Come above that, yeah we need all that
Niggas fucked up, tryina crawl back
Ah, niggas fucked up, tryina crawl back
Ah, niggas fucked up, tryina crawl back
Murking, serving, lurking, taken we some motherfucker terrorists
Yeah we some motherfucking terrorists
And you’s a motherfucker scary bitch
I got this Big heat right beside my Burberry belt .and I hide it with my earring
Would beat your ass but I spare you the embarrassment
Swerving of whatever yeah whenever fuck whoever get heat
My heater always on me and don’t pay nobody to carry shit
Took my own charge of self at once and I love it for
Fresh on papers nothing pending, still paying a couple lawyer
Self made, quarter millionaire, working on a hunned more
Most my niggas still got that work, although they unemployed
Grind hard motherfucker, police say you sucker
Niggas outside shooting at your rims like the rubber
Busting through your windshield, call in play (backboard)
Then flea the scene (haul ass)..i rock the streets with a 35 and a 45
Small smoke sit in the strap cause I’m terrified
Loose lips sink a sturdy ship every time
We hit licks, blue checks like we verified
Hah, you on your Twitter and you’re feelings where your bitch ain’t got no walls
Like my whip ain’t got no ceilings
Uh, nasty, that motherfucker killing pill,
Off like an orange, on them orange correy dealings
Still got a boost phone and a booster
Got a couple new tones and some shooters
You don’t wanna know how bad I do you
The shit’s disturbing and I don’t even know LUDA
Yo lil bitch call me raul the ruler
I told her pipe down, you gone wake the neighbors
She always skype me chill why dont you do yourself a neighbor
Last time I counted it man I have my 50 leaven haters
Never be a celebrity though I’m celebrating
And I’m getting checks like I’m hella famous
Under the influence and investigation
Underrated, but can’t tell based on my bank statement, wait up, wait up
My people keep telling me to move out of town
I would if I could now but what I’ma do with all these pounds.
Thanks to Thadawg931 for correcting these lyrics
