My Life, Not Yours (feat. El Trapo)
(When I need love)
(Tell me)
(Who can I run to?)
(Who can I run to?)
(To fill this empty space with laughter)
My lil' bitch she freaky
Not on Snapchat
Baby give me necky
I could never see her snap back
Call me the exterminator
All my opps' on rap pack
Movin' like I'm Santa, with these hoes
I got a fat sack
Walking with a fat rack
My designer bad pack
He thought he would press me
But tonight he gonna back track
Yeah, they hear my mixtape
And you know they finna' crank it
Obviously that ass, so you know I'm finna' spank it
See I'm packing wood, like a nigga working lumber
Got these hoes addicted, so I'm changing up my number
Ballin' like I'm KD, not the Nets, but yes the Thunder
Ask me if I'm cheating, and I told that hoe "I wonder?"
Bitch I really had it rough, yeah
I came straight from under
Tryna' get my squad play, like we bout' to play some plunder
Shittin' on this beat, engineer gon' need a plunger
Caught me sleeping with your girl, we party then we slumber
(Yeah)
(Poppin' off all year, we gon' need a party)
(Or a cele', you know what I'm sayin'?)
My designer jeans lookin' clean
I've been poppin' off
Might as wear a lil' fanny pack
Rockin' all these hoe hoe hoes
I feel like I am Santa Claus
We beat the game, we beat the odds
I don't like going outdoors
We stay inside, and that's the cause
I been winnin', I been chillin'
Hit a hundred K, and shit, I'm still killin'
Took a break and came back
And I'm still blowing up
Gotta' thank God first
Said a prayer to the higher ups
After CBC, they said I was washed up
Came around and followed up
Came around and I was the runner up
Gotta' thank those YK kids
Cause they the bottom up
My lil' bitch she freaky
Not on Snapchat
Baby give me necky
I could never see her snap back
Call me the exterminator
All my opps' on rap pack
Movin' like I'm Santa, with these hoes
I got a fat sack
Walking with a fat rack
My designer bad pack
He thought he would press me
But tonight he gonna back track
Yeah, they hear my mixtape
And you know they finna' crank it
Obviously that ass, so you know I'm finna' spank it
(When I need love)
(Tell me)
(Who can I run to?)
(Who can I run to?)
(To fill this empty space with laughter)
(Who can I run to?)
(When I need love?)
(Tell me)
(Who can I run to?)
(Who can I run to?)
(To fill this empty space with laughter)
My lil' bitch she freaky
Not on Snapchat
Baby give me necky
I could never see her snap back
Call me the exterminator
All my opps' on rap pack
Movin' like I'm Santa, with these hoes
I got a fat sack
Walking with a fat rack
My designer bad pack
He thought he would press me
But tonight he gonna back track
Yeah, they hear my mixtape
And you know they finna' crank it
Obviously that ass, so you know I'm finna' spank it
See I'm packing wood, like a nigga working lumber
Got these hoes addicted, so I'm changing up my number
Ballin' like I'm KD, not the Nets, but yes the Thunder
Ask me if I'm cheating, and I told that hoe "I wonder?"
Bitch I really had it rough, yeah
I came straight from under
Tryna' get my squad play, like we bout' to play some plunder
Shittin' on this beat, engineer gon' need a plunger
Caught me sleeping with your girl, we party then we slumber
(Yeah)
(Poppin' off all year, we gon' need a party)
(Or a cele', you know what I'm sayin'?)
My designer jeans lookin' clean
I've been poppin' off
Might as wear a lil' fanny pack
Rockin' all these hoe hoe hoes
I feel like I am Santa Claus
We beat the game, we beat the odds
I don't like going outdoors
We stay inside, and that's the cause
I been winnin', I been chillin'
Hit a hundred K, and shit, I'm still killin'
Took a break and came back
And I'm still blowing up
Gotta' thank God first
Said a prayer to the higher ups
After CBC, they said I was washed up
Came around and followed up
Came around and I was the runner up
Gotta' thank those YK kids
Cause they the bottom up
My lil' bitch she freaky
Not on Snapchat
Baby give me necky
I could never see her snap back
Call me the exterminator
All my opps' on rap pack
Movin' like I'm Santa, with these hoes
I got a fat sack
Walking with a fat rack
My designer bad pack
He thought he would press me
But tonight he gonna back track
Yeah, they hear my mixtape
And you know they finna' crank it
Obviously that ass, so you know I'm finna' spank it
(When I need love)
(Tell me)
(Who can I run to?)
(Who can I run to?)
(To fill this empty space with laughter)
(Who can I run to?)
(When I need love?)
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Mcpherson
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