Just Living
Ooh, baby, baby
Ya, ya, ya, ya, aye, aye
Ooh, baby, baby
Young, young, young, young
I remember them days that a nigga had a dollar
Now I'm in a damn trap like a motherfuckin' scholar
Five, five, six, rip through this motherfuckin' collar
I put that on your life he wont meet tomorrow
Keep this sick like my first name harry and my last name potter
Diss the gang, and I bet you get slaughtered
You can tell your mama, you can tell your father
Fucked the opp, baby, momma the bitch wetter than water
If you my opp I better not catch you
Why you tell 12, and first of all, Yeen know who shot you
Fall in love with a bitch sum I can't do because I don't wanna be the one
Runnin' around lookin' like a damn fool
Pockets favorite color, they green and blue
Crossin' these bows left to right like my name was Uncle Drew
In the bitch's head like cantu, spin on the opp block
If you think we miss, little bitch, you a damn foo
caught this ass, got his ass slumped, put his ass in the blunt
Shit harder than thump, uh-huh, smoke his ass right to the face, now I'm in outer space
I'm in an unknown place
Slide right out to the bay and I pick up lil qua, guarantee he shootin' like klay, gettin' this money, no loan
Pockets gettin' too strong, and my shirt, it came from Al Capone
Wassup with you niggas
I'm finna gon' head and just slap me a nigga
I be the one that gon' head and rap me a nigga
Run to a app, lil' nigga, and be ready to say what we gon' do
Bout the next nigga, even know that shit sad
So the 223's gon' get on his ass
Playboy Sosaa, gon' put the nigga in the pass
When it comes to this money, bitch, I'm goin' fast
Wassup with you niggas
I'm finna gon' head and just slap me a nigga
I be the one that gon' head and rap me a nigga
Run to a app, lil' nigga, and be ready to say what we gon' do
Bout the next nigga, even know that shit sad
So the 223's gon' get on his ass
Playboy Sosaa, gon' put the nigga in the pass
When it comes to this money, bitch, I'm goin' fast
I remember them days that a nigga had a dollar
Now I'm in a damn trap like a motherfuckin' scholar
Five, five, six, rip through this motherfuckin' collar
I put that on your life he wont meet tomorrow
Keep this sick like my first name harry and my last name potter
Diss the gang, and I bet you get slaughtered
You can tell your mama, you can tell your father
Fucked the opp, baby, momma the bitch wetter than water
Oh God, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Ya, ya, ya, ya, aye, aye
Ooh, baby, baby
Young, young, young, young
I remember them days that a nigga had a dollar
Now I'm in a damn trap like a motherfuckin' scholar
Five, five, six, rip through this motherfuckin' collar
I put that on your life he wont meet tomorrow
Keep this sick like my first name harry and my last name potter
Diss the gang, and I bet you get slaughtered
You can tell your mama, you can tell your father
Fucked the opp, baby, momma the bitch wetter than water
If you my opp I better not catch you
Why you tell 12, and first of all, Yeen know who shot you
Fall in love with a bitch sum I can't do because I don't wanna be the one
Runnin' around lookin' like a damn fool
Pockets favorite color, they green and blue
Crossin' these bows left to right like my name was Uncle Drew
In the bitch's head like cantu, spin on the opp block
If you think we miss, little bitch, you a damn foo
caught this ass, got his ass slumped, put his ass in the blunt
Shit harder than thump, uh-huh, smoke his ass right to the face, now I'm in outer space
I'm in an unknown place
Slide right out to the bay and I pick up lil qua, guarantee he shootin' like klay, gettin' this money, no loan
Pockets gettin' too strong, and my shirt, it came from Al Capone
Wassup with you niggas
I'm finna gon' head and just slap me a nigga
I be the one that gon' head and rap me a nigga
Run to a app, lil' nigga, and be ready to say what we gon' do
Bout the next nigga, even know that shit sad
So the 223's gon' get on his ass
Playboy Sosaa, gon' put the nigga in the pass
When it comes to this money, bitch, I'm goin' fast
Wassup with you niggas
I'm finna gon' head and just slap me a nigga
I be the one that gon' head and rap me a nigga
Run to a app, lil' nigga, and be ready to say what we gon' do
Bout the next nigga, even know that shit sad
So the 223's gon' get on his ass
Playboy Sosaa, gon' put the nigga in the pass
When it comes to this money, bitch, I'm goin' fast
I remember them days that a nigga had a dollar
Now I'm in a damn trap like a motherfuckin' scholar
Five, five, six, rip through this motherfuckin' collar
I put that on your life he wont meet tomorrow
Keep this sick like my first name harry and my last name potter
Diss the gang, and I bet you get slaughtered
You can tell your mama, you can tell your father
Fucked the opp, baby, momma the bitch wetter than water
Oh God, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Rashawnn Winston
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