How I Live
VVS my ear, God, VVS my charm, uh
VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple hundred (Glock)
Dropped a couple hundred
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip (my drip), got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real (for real), that's just how a nigga live, yeah (how I live)
Ridin' with the steel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Autobot my wheel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he lives (yeah, yeah)
Hol' on, money callin' (racks)
Racks up to my ear, racks up over here (yeah, yeah)
That's just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins (yeah, yeah)
Get Ma Dukes a crib, no more payin' bills (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I get it in, backends and dividends (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' like I'm Snoop, I sip lean not no gin (yeah, yeah, I don' sip no gin)
Pull up brand coupe, hop out with them big bands (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on your crew, and then you know we blast (yeah, yeah)
Young niggas hittin' up all that (all that)
Chop on me, hit him in his ball cap (ball cap)
40 on me, nigga better fall back (fall back)
Got dirty sticks, no Xanax
And I'm too fly for a jet lag (fly)
Hatin' ass nigga, better get back (get back)
Just a lil' nigga with a big bag (bag)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, (I see) everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip (my drip), got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real (real), that's just how a nigga live, yeah (how I live)
Ridin' with the steel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Autobot my wheel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he lives (yeah, yeah)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that's just how a nigga live, yeah (real)
With the shit for real, it's kill or be killed (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm chasin' mils, I eat five-star meals (yeah, yeah)
Boy, my jewelry real, your shit is so thin (yeah, yeah)
Boy, them pints ain't real, who you tryna kill? Yeah, yeah
Damn, that's some fucked up shit (fucked up)
Niggas get fucked up quick (get fucked up)
Yeah, I just bust my wrist (uh)
And I just bust this bitch (uh)
I fuck young hos and MILFs (I do)
I hop in my spaceship and lift, off (skrrt)
Got a new rocket, Chris Paul
Bitch, you know I ball
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, (I see) everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip (my drip), got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that's just how a nigga live, yeah
Ridin' with the steel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah) (how I live)
Autobot my wheel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he lives (yeah, yeah)
VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple hundred (Glock)
Dropped a couple hundred
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip (my drip), got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real (for real), that's just how a nigga live, yeah (how I live)
Ridin' with the steel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Autobot my wheel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he lives (yeah, yeah)
Hol' on, money callin' (racks)
Racks up to my ear, racks up over here (yeah, yeah)
That's just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins (yeah, yeah)
Get Ma Dukes a crib, no more payin' bills (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I get it in, backends and dividends (yeah, yeah)
Smokin' like I'm Snoop, I sip lean not no gin (yeah, yeah, I don' sip no gin)
Pull up brand coupe, hop out with them big bands (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on your crew, and then you know we blast (yeah, yeah)
Young niggas hittin' up all that (all that)
Chop on me, hit him in his ball cap (ball cap)
40 on me, nigga better fall back (fall back)
Got dirty sticks, no Xanax
And I'm too fly for a jet lag (fly)
Hatin' ass nigga, better get back (get back)
Just a lil' nigga with a big bag (bag)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, (I see) everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip (my drip), got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real (real), that's just how a nigga live, yeah (how I live)
Ridin' with the steel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Autobot my wheel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he lives (yeah, yeah)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that's just how a nigga live, yeah (real)
With the shit for real, it's kill or be killed (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm chasin' mils, I eat five-star meals (yeah, yeah)
Boy, my jewelry real, your shit is so thin (yeah, yeah)
Boy, them pints ain't real, who you tryna kill? Yeah, yeah
Damn, that's some fucked up shit (fucked up)
Niggas get fucked up quick (get fucked up)
Yeah, I just bust my wrist (uh)
And I just bust this bitch (uh)
I fuck young hos and MILFs (I do)
I hop in my spaceship and lift, off (skrrt)
Got a new rocket, Chris Paul
Bitch, you know I ball
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, (I see) everythin' clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip (my drip), got her starin' over here, yeah
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that's just how a nigga live, yeah
Ridin' with the steel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah) (how I live)
Autobot my wheel, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
I pop tags and seals, that's just how I live (yeah, yeah)
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he lives (yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Krishon O'brien Gaines
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