Starlito, MobSquad Nard - 20lbs lyrics

Ahhh hahaha lito

I ain’t goin live till they free Kodak (yeah)
We be in the city on that dro
Like where ya hoe at? (Where ya hoe at?)
Grind Hard, I put that on my floor mat
I took it across the globe
And now my rookie card a throwback (Lito)
? had a poster of a Lamborghini diablo
Now days I post up smoking tangerine gelato
(Lito) i’m ducking police, dodging cameras
And these pot holes (ahh)
Thuggin living fast like I don’t
Plan to see tomorrow
Famous only fantasy insanity and sorrow
(ahhh) speaking to my fans, counting bans
Bumpin Nardo you can be a cold killa
And still get your heart broke
Know some rap niggas that met
They plug watching Narcos (watching narcos)
Catch me in that thang
Look like it came from out a car show
I been feeling strange so I
Keep changing my alarm codes
Still got whatever that I bought for, bet
(bet)
I’m an 84 vet, in an 84 vet, Lito (Lito)
Pink label and this animal wet
Pink titles and you ain't paid for it yet
Ole lady at my neck, goin crazy on the text
Shit, dealing with this shit that just
Make me want my Ex
What happened to that code that niggas
Say they going to respect
You niggas snitching on yourselves
Giving statements on the net
I don’t know maybe it's entertainment
I don’t get it (I don’t get it)
I’m trying get, what I can get
While I can get it then exit when I’m ready

I’m good, offer me 20 pounds in a week
(20 pounds in a week)
I give it to him like I got it
Make a thousand a piece (thousand)
Niggas ain’t really about they profit
They just clown for the freaks
(clown for the freaks)
? I come through spitting 80 rounds
Nigga gonna sound the police
(sound the police)
I be the Cartier wearing, diamond grill
Pull up in that a Bonneville (skrrt)
AR in the night I’m still bury
She gon bunny hop I got the real carrots
(real carrots)
I’m shinning, I’ve been grinding
Like in the whip without the wheel bearings
(itz dat) me and Lito smoking out the seal
It's real berries (im blowning)
My eyes closed
I can still flair it I’m catching plays
Pull up on my Dr phil, got the pills buried
Them cookies on the napkins, well sell
(skrrt) i got my soldiers with me
And they rolling like a wheel chair
That still ready
(they still ready) them choppas on me
And they real heavy (real heavy)
They hate me cause they know my skill set
I’m still deadly a real nigga
(Lito- yeah) they approach me
Like a real threat
Cause, I fuck with the real vets

40 cal, 30 rounds underneath
(30 rounds underneath)
He just jump out left 20 thousand on the seat
(count it and see)
I fucked around and smoked a pound last week
But that’s okay i sold nineteen for like
Three thousand a piece i’m in the streets
I track the package I don’t sign the receipt
(you don’t sign receipt) i ain’t got time
And I ain’t trying to compete
Fly and hit my gang, then buy what I need
(buy what I need)
I need something fine with me
Finding my weed need to know who not
And who really riding with me
(riding with me)
Never take my pride already got my privacy
Obviously (obviously) aghh lito