Out Here Livin'
Like what? Okay okay
Suck my dick, suck my, heh'
Yeah
Tell yo' man he a bitch, he can suck on my heh'
Bitch I'm out here livin' you don't know how to live
Puttin' weight up on the plate, but I'm never in the gym
When I walk up in the spot, you know everything lit
Say they want see me WHAT? But the chances are slim
If they talkin' on the net, we gon' spin it like a rim
Why they keep movin' shady? I can't beef with no baby
He gon' cry like a bitch, so I'ma treat em' like a lady
Like my last name rich, bitch it's fuck, you pay me
And it's fuck how you feel, that's how I'm feelin' lately
Better watch yo' jibs, I got time for a diss
When I run up in yo' crib, bitch it's tales from the crypt
Don't run don't trip, got a beam on the scope
Leavin' red on white lines, like Columbian Coke
She don't like when I lie, she gon' live with it though
See the demon in my eyes, when I'm grippin' her throat
Since she all up on my dick, I'ma slide in that hoe
Now she wanna be my wife, I got that mind control
Can't get my feelings attached, cause I do not like a hoe
Bitch I'm always in my bag, life is a grocery store
G-Gotta keep a mask, fuck it you know you know
I been all about my cash, gettin' that bag lil' hoe
If I ever go broke, then I'm comin' for yo' stash
Get my foot up on they neck, other foot up on the gas
If you ever did me wrong, I'ma put you in the past
Get the fuck up out my face, before I turn you to a pack
Now we smokin' on heh' shit it got me on my ass
I be fuckin' with yo' girl, with my music on blast
I don't do no handouts, muhfucka' I'm the man now
I don't fit in I stand out, RockStar when my bands out
Say she love my fashion, you ain't real you actin'
When you posted online, only time you been active
Grade A up in my blunt, smokin' that honor roll
I ain't never give a fuck, that shit impossible
Grade A up in my blunt, smokin' that honor roll
I ain't never give a fuck, that shit impossible
Heh'
See you later I guess
Suck my dick, suck my, heh'
Yeah
Tell yo' man he a bitch, he can suck on my heh'
Bitch I'm out here livin' you don't know how to live
Puttin' weight up on the plate, but I'm never in the gym
When I walk up in the spot, you know everything lit
Say they want see me WHAT? But the chances are slim
If they talkin' on the net, we gon' spin it like a rim
Why they keep movin' shady? I can't beef with no baby
He gon' cry like a bitch, so I'ma treat em' like a lady
Like my last name rich, bitch it's fuck, you pay me
And it's fuck how you feel, that's how I'm feelin' lately
Better watch yo' jibs, I got time for a diss
When I run up in yo' crib, bitch it's tales from the crypt
Don't run don't trip, got a beam on the scope
Leavin' red on white lines, like Columbian Coke
She don't like when I lie, she gon' live with it though
See the demon in my eyes, when I'm grippin' her throat
Since she all up on my dick, I'ma slide in that hoe
Now she wanna be my wife, I got that mind control
Can't get my feelings attached, cause I do not like a hoe
Bitch I'm always in my bag, life is a grocery store
G-Gotta keep a mask, fuck it you know you know
I been all about my cash, gettin' that bag lil' hoe
If I ever go broke, then I'm comin' for yo' stash
Get my foot up on they neck, other foot up on the gas
If you ever did me wrong, I'ma put you in the past
Get the fuck up out my face, before I turn you to a pack
Now we smokin' on heh' shit it got me on my ass
I be fuckin' with yo' girl, with my music on blast
I don't do no handouts, muhfucka' I'm the man now
I don't fit in I stand out, RockStar when my bands out
Say she love my fashion, you ain't real you actin'
When you posted online, only time you been active
Grade A up in my blunt, smokin' that honor roll
I ain't never give a fuck, that shit impossible
Grade A up in my blunt, smokin' that honor roll
I ain't never give a fuck, that shit impossible
Heh'
See you later I guess
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Writer(s): Anthony Mcclary
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