Living It
I just smoked a op pack I'm living it
Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since
Took it to the grave because he lives in it
Lost my brother young and I been spinning since
They say I got the block hot
Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed
Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot
Feds think that they got me hmm nah that is not I
Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high
Sky high like a rocket
Blast off to the top and ain't no way that they gon stop me
I got confidence but some would say that I am cocky
I speak Espanol and lil mami call me papi
And I be splashing her
Caught the sloppy while I'm driving almost crashed the car
Got a 26 on her head cause I'm no lacking boy
Yea I heard he sold his soul so we gon tax that boy
Yea he thought the score was even till they add it up
What's the score
I can't count it's high
Stepping with the demons sending angels to the sky
Heard ya bro was up there I can help you give high fives
Caught you staring you should never look a killer in his eyes
I just smoked a op pack I'm living it
Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since
Took it to the grave because he lives in it
Lost my brother young and I been spinning since
They say I got the block hot
Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed
Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot
Feds think that they got me, hmm nah that is not I
Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high
Jump jump
Shooting got em dancing
If I bring that comet then I bet that boy be prancer
Put a hollow in his socket I feel like a ghetto Santa
And I left his mom a present put his name right on a panda
This that good gas
Keep it in my pocket what's a book bag
Said he had a life now he a stone in grass you look at
hop up off that porch you gotta earn it ain't no hood pass
Said you wanted work then find a kitchen you could cook at
Whip it up
Damn this trap is hot
You act like a fiend whenever ops run in the spot
We can't have no witness they still put you in a box
We gon up the score then go tell ya moms to pick a plot
I just smoked a op pack I'm living it
Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since
Took it to the grave because he lives in it
Lost my brother young and I been spinning since
They say I got the block hot
Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed
Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot
Feds think that they got me, hmm nah that is not I
Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high
Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since
Took it to the grave because he lives in it
Lost my brother young and I been spinning since
They say I got the block hot
Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed
Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot
Feds think that they got me hmm nah that is not I
Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high
Sky high like a rocket
Blast off to the top and ain't no way that they gon stop me
I got confidence but some would say that I am cocky
I speak Espanol and lil mami call me papi
And I be splashing her
Caught the sloppy while I'm driving almost crashed the car
Got a 26 on her head cause I'm no lacking boy
Yea I heard he sold his soul so we gon tax that boy
Yea he thought the score was even till they add it up
What's the score
I can't count it's high
Stepping with the demons sending angels to the sky
Heard ya bro was up there I can help you give high fives
Caught you staring you should never look a killer in his eyes
I just smoked a op pack I'm living it
Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since
Took it to the grave because he lives in it
Lost my brother young and I been spinning since
They say I got the block hot
Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed
Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot
Feds think that they got me, hmm nah that is not I
Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high
Jump jump
Shooting got em dancing
If I bring that comet then I bet that boy be prancer
Put a hollow in his socket I feel like a ghetto Santa
And I left his mom a present put his name right on a panda
This that good gas
Keep it in my pocket what's a book bag
Said he had a life now he a stone in grass you look at
hop up off that porch you gotta earn it ain't no hood pass
Said you wanted work then find a kitchen you could cook at
Whip it up
Damn this trap is hot
You act like a fiend whenever ops run in the spot
We can't have no witness they still put you in a box
We gon up the score then go tell ya moms to pick a plot
I just smoked a op pack I'm living it
Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since
Took it to the grave because he lives in it
Lost my brother young and I been spinning since
They say I got the block hot
Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed
Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot
Feds think that they got me, hmm nah that is not I
Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high
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Writer(s): Kyle Moore
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