My Lyfe
I gotta feen he bringing me pints
Oh you gotta piece so let's get right
Ima fuck her and dip
Like a thief in the night
Tell momma don't worry yea this my life
Everywhere that I go I'm bringing the knock
Opps talk hot till opps get popped
I smoke za but I'm trapping the block
Two knocks in the v can't stop for the d's
I was selling them o's
Now I'm pushing p
Oh you got high I got what you need
I'm with your bitch got her on her knees
She eat me up whenever I ask
I fuck with the plug cause he don't tax
I be fucking his daughter I know that he mad
Don't come to the trap if you don't got cash
Got too much motion
Can't ride in no cab
Gotta Watch Who I trust when I'm in the Field
Watch That Boy He Be On Them Pills
Lil bro Gone Throw If i pass him the steel
Better Do That shit right if you do that drill
I've been missing bros this shit not the same
I get in my feelings
Take Drugs with the pain
I was fucked up i was going on stains
You ain't lose your bro you don't know my Pain
In the back of the v totin' on uhh
In the back of the v totin' on knock
Gotta Watch everybody they moving wock
Tryna Be A Better Man can't be like my pops
Out In The field i'm chasin the gwaup
Send you lookin for me the cappin gotta Stop
Bro Hit My Phone Said He Got play
I'm getting money every other day
I got a pack coming from the bay
Jay Test The Work He Gave it A A
Can't Lack Up In Traffic
Gotta Keep My Ratchet
He Taught I was lacking till i got to clapping
Glah Glah He Taught I was lacking till i got To
Glah Glah He Taught I was lacking till i got To clapping
I gotta feen he bringing me pints
Oh you gotta piece so let's get right
Ima fuck her and dip
Like a thief in the night
Tell momma don't worry yea this my life
Everywhere that I go I'm bringing the knock
Opps talk hot till opps get popped
I smoke za but I'm trapping the block
2 knocks in the v can't stop for the d's
I was selling them o's
Now I'm pushing p
Oh you got high I got what you need
I'm with your bitch got her on her knees
She eat me up whenever I ask
I fuck with the plug cause he don't tax
I be fucking his daughter I know that he mad
Don't come to the trap if you don't got cash
Got too much motion
Can't ride in no cab
Oh you gotta piece so let's get right
Ima fuck her and dip
Like a thief in the night
Tell momma don't worry yea this my life
Everywhere that I go I'm bringing the knock
Opps talk hot till opps get popped
I smoke za but I'm trapping the block
Two knocks in the v can't stop for the d's
I was selling them o's
Now I'm pushing p
Oh you got high I got what you need
I'm with your bitch got her on her knees
She eat me up whenever I ask
I fuck with the plug cause he don't tax
I be fucking his daughter I know that he mad
Don't come to the trap if you don't got cash
Got too much motion
Can't ride in no cab
Gotta Watch Who I trust when I'm in the Field
Watch That Boy He Be On Them Pills
Lil bro Gone Throw If i pass him the steel
Better Do That shit right if you do that drill
I've been missing bros this shit not the same
I get in my feelings
Take Drugs with the pain
I was fucked up i was going on stains
You ain't lose your bro you don't know my Pain
In the back of the v totin' on uhh
In the back of the v totin' on knock
Gotta Watch everybody they moving wock
Tryna Be A Better Man can't be like my pops
Out In The field i'm chasin the gwaup
Send you lookin for me the cappin gotta Stop
Bro Hit My Phone Said He Got play
I'm getting money every other day
I got a pack coming from the bay
Jay Test The Work He Gave it A A
Can't Lack Up In Traffic
Gotta Keep My Ratchet
He Taught I was lacking till i got to clapping
Glah Glah He Taught I was lacking till i got To
Glah Glah He Taught I was lacking till i got To clapping
I gotta feen he bringing me pints
Oh you gotta piece so let's get right
Ima fuck her and dip
Like a thief in the night
Tell momma don't worry yea this my life
Everywhere that I go I'm bringing the knock
Opps talk hot till opps get popped
I smoke za but I'm trapping the block
2 knocks in the v can't stop for the d's
I was selling them o's
Now I'm pushing p
Oh you got high I got what you need
I'm with your bitch got her on her knees
She eat me up whenever I ask
I fuck with the plug cause he don't tax
I be fucking his daughter I know that he mad
Don't come to the trap if you don't got cash
Got too much motion
Can't ride in no cab
Credits
Writer(s): Mel Savv
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