About That Life
I scuffed my timbs today but fuck it, who cares?
I think I'm due for a new pair
I had these joints for like 2 years
When I pull up, in constructs, I make ya boo stare
Look, I'm on my New York shit
And when I go to Peter Lugers, get the NY strip
And when I'm done with that, I light a Newport quick
Hop in the 2 door dip, I got you all sick
You see the shoe game proper; match the outfit nice
You can tell from lookin at me that I'm bout this life
I'm bout my money, bout my money so I count it twice
And I'm drippin in that Ralph, no Italian ice
My nigga please, don't let me push up on ya chick
When I pull up, she gon dip
Calisthenics, plus it's smooth with the cook up like its grits
All it took was just a flick
Of the wrist, then I hook up with the clique like that's it
1046
Roll up, roll deep
Young bucks, OGs
Bad bitches, thotties too
Gang gang, ridin thru
Yeah we make a lot of memories
But we can't remember shit cuz we smoking hella weed
Yeah we drink a lot of Hennessey
Make a lot of enemies
It's a thing that they call jealousy
I be at the hotel flexin
When I touch down like Odell Beckham
They want static like AM, oh well F M
Cuz I aint takin no L's ever
Call a nurse, on a verse, your boy is ill
Nauseous, I talk slicker than an oil spill
We be the family that rules, O'Doyle feel
Nasty like soy milk when it's spoiled; Ew
I want the whole mill, you can't skim me
Party on E, tank never empty
Back of the Bentley, she back it against me
I put the windows up, yeah I act like its windy
So she gotta come with me
Watch the paper grow, let me plot a money tree
Ciroc and Sunny D
It's a beautiful night
And I'm feeling so awake like a funeral, right?
With every step that I take
Ima rep for the greats
Keep spinning my tracks until the record just breaks
Yeah Ima rep for the greats
Keep spinning my tracks until the record just breaks, ya dig?
Roll up, roll deep
Young bucks, OGs
Bad bitches, thotties too
Gang gang, ridin thru
Yeah we make a lot of memories
But we can't remember shit cuz we smoking hella weed
Yeah we drink a lot of Hennessey
Make a lot of enemies
It's a thing that they call jealousy
I'm about that life
Yeah I'm about that life
Word? I heard that you bout that life
Shit, well I doubt that's right
I think I'm due for a new pair
I had these joints for like 2 years
When I pull up, in constructs, I make ya boo stare
Look, I'm on my New York shit
And when I go to Peter Lugers, get the NY strip
And when I'm done with that, I light a Newport quick
Hop in the 2 door dip, I got you all sick
You see the shoe game proper; match the outfit nice
You can tell from lookin at me that I'm bout this life
I'm bout my money, bout my money so I count it twice
And I'm drippin in that Ralph, no Italian ice
My nigga please, don't let me push up on ya chick
When I pull up, she gon dip
Calisthenics, plus it's smooth with the cook up like its grits
All it took was just a flick
Of the wrist, then I hook up with the clique like that's it
1046
Roll up, roll deep
Young bucks, OGs
Bad bitches, thotties too
Gang gang, ridin thru
Yeah we make a lot of memories
But we can't remember shit cuz we smoking hella weed
Yeah we drink a lot of Hennessey
Make a lot of enemies
It's a thing that they call jealousy
I be at the hotel flexin
When I touch down like Odell Beckham
They want static like AM, oh well F M
Cuz I aint takin no L's ever
Call a nurse, on a verse, your boy is ill
Nauseous, I talk slicker than an oil spill
We be the family that rules, O'Doyle feel
Nasty like soy milk when it's spoiled; Ew
I want the whole mill, you can't skim me
Party on E, tank never empty
Back of the Bentley, she back it against me
I put the windows up, yeah I act like its windy
So she gotta come with me
Watch the paper grow, let me plot a money tree
Ciroc and Sunny D
It's a beautiful night
And I'm feeling so awake like a funeral, right?
With every step that I take
Ima rep for the greats
Keep spinning my tracks until the record just breaks
Yeah Ima rep for the greats
Keep spinning my tracks until the record just breaks, ya dig?
Roll up, roll deep
Young bucks, OGs
Bad bitches, thotties too
Gang gang, ridin thru
Yeah we make a lot of memories
But we can't remember shit cuz we smoking hella weed
Yeah we drink a lot of Hennessey
Make a lot of enemies
It's a thing that they call jealousy
I'm about that life
Yeah I'm about that life
Word? I heard that you bout that life
Shit, well I doubt that's right
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