$2000 Shoes
I get the bag, I do it better than you
I swear this life is amazing dawg
I hope that you're living too
I know sometimes it get crazy dawg
When I don't got nun to do
We just living so fast, but I'm not bulletproof
I drop the top on the coupe
I see her staring at you
You can be what you want, and I'm living proof
Me and gang going up, but you never do
Fuck it we do sum to you
Mike just dropped two on some shoes
I fit my whole gang in my Tesla
We on the scene with Berettas
Want beef, leave that shit settled
Want peace, get on my level
And she, popping a tesla pill
And goin' up up up
I got my guns in the trunk
You know my trunk in the front
And I got a hunch
See money and I'm on the hunt
I get bands all day, but you rather not
Pacquiao he wanna box
He want some beef not a lot
He just gon see bout my glock
Lacking he finna get shot
Faded and I touch down
Sipping wok everyday until the sun down
Talking all that shit, get you gunned down
Party of the year, why you getting shut down
I get the bag, I do it better than you
I swear this life is amazing dawg
I hope that you're living too
I know sometimes it get crazy dawg
When I don't got nun to do
We just living so fast, but I'm not bulletproof
I drop the top on the coupe
I see her staring at you
You can be what you want, and I'm living proof
Me and gang going up, but you never do
Fuck it we do sum to you
Mike just dropped two on some shoes
I swear this life is amazing dawg
I hope that you're living too
I know sometimes it get crazy dawg
When I don't got nun to do
We just living so fast, but I'm not bulletproof
I drop the top on the coupe
I see her staring at you
You can be what you want, and I'm living proof
Me and gang going up, but you never do
Fuck it we do sum to you
Mike just dropped two on some shoes
I fit my whole gang in my Tesla
We on the scene with Berettas
Want beef, leave that shit settled
Want peace, get on my level
And she, popping a tesla pill
And goin' up up up
I got my guns in the trunk
You know my trunk in the front
And I got a hunch
See money and I'm on the hunt
I get bands all day, but you rather not
Pacquiao he wanna box
He want some beef not a lot
He just gon see bout my glock
Lacking he finna get shot
Faded and I touch down
Sipping wok everyday until the sun down
Talking all that shit, get you gunned down
Party of the year, why you getting shut down
I get the bag, I do it better than you
I swear this life is amazing dawg
I hope that you're living too
I know sometimes it get crazy dawg
When I don't got nun to do
We just living so fast, but I'm not bulletproof
I drop the top on the coupe
I see her staring at you
You can be what you want, and I'm living proof
Me and gang going up, but you never do
Fuck it we do sum to you
Mike just dropped two on some shoes
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Writer(s): Michael Hackman
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