[Verse 1: Starlito]
I get money, I'ma keep getting that money
Stay the fuck from 'round them n***as that don't keep that shit one hundred
Ain't no sleep 'til we get even, even though we beefing over nothing
Some shit it just be deeper than the money
Don't believe in nothing, don't even know the reason why I done it
My people keep it coming and it's cheaper by the hundred
I'm out on three bonds, I know I'm being watched dummy
So I lock myself in the lab and every beat I got I punish

[Verse 2: Trapperman Dale]
Take me out the ghetto, woodgrain pedal
Can't let you in but you can see this pain all in my temper
Don't believe in me, I don't believe in sleep, I'm in a rental
Tryna get back off a pack I got from Chile in September
I remember nights I don't remember nights so Lord forgive me
When I lost a lot of shit I got it right back with the quickness
Nineties baby, fourteen grams of cocaine in my Dickies
And I want that thirty-eight that shoot like six times when I hit it
Lost my homie to some gambling and I want everything
This bitch here can't really be your ho, this bitch on everything
And I keep switching lanes, sipping drank, hollerin' fuck a case
I better not leave a trace, I'm dropping you, you said you seen my face

[Verse 3: Starlito]
Yeah, that's why she ain't seen my face, I guess I need some space
Gotta make sure my team is straight, yeah we gon' be okay
Tryna get Trap up out the trap because these streets ain't safe
He just keep leaving up out the lab having to meet his plays
I feel him, I'm in here rapping with a three-oh-eight
And to this day it's still COD or DOA
Roll up with them hitters, yeah, but first we switch the plates
You rock that Rollie like Ric Flair, that's 'cause he Triple H
Used to be throwed off them bars, still caged them
Done seen the undertaker for fuckin' with 'caine
This rap shit faker than wrestling but fuck it, it's entertainment
I'm thuggin', I'll never change, I'm just stuck in the game
Tryna get out (Lito)
Get out