Tear This Bitch Up Starlito (Ft. Yo Gotti & Young Buck)

[Chorus: All-Star & Yo Gotti]
We bout to tear this bitch up
We bout to tear this bitch up
[?]
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up
I got the straps, and I ain't sparing no nigga
Knock a motherfucker out and blame it on the liquor
First nigga get wrong, it's on
Got a pistol in the car [?]
Bout to tear this bitch up

[Verse 1: All-Star]
Squad [?]
I ain't tryna talk it out
Guns I walk with them, what the fuck you talkin bout?
Them niggas hating, I ain't worried bout no hater
Cash money stay on my mind, I'm all about this paper
See I was too busy getting money, buying cars
My niggas poppin bottles, hollaring out, crying hard
You might disrespect the gangster, but not all
And I got bond money, I ain't worried bout a charge
I'm from the hood, man let's get that understood
I'm walking round this bitch like I wish a nigga would
And I'm gone off that goose, no telling what I might do
Security like "calm down", I'm like "fuck them too"