How We Live (feat. Lil Rez)
You ain't never been on no drill, huh
All my niggas toting Pistols
Guaranteed we gon' kill some
I don't give no fuck about no bitch
They better feel one
And I keep that stick on me
I'm Finna peel some
Uh, uh, I can't fuck with hoes
I can't fuck with you
Uh, uh, I just spend a band on my fuckin shoes
This is how we live
And this is how we choose
Uh, uh Now she wanna come back
See me makin' Blues, huh
Baby girl, you comin' back to me, I'll see you soon
I get high as hell, so baby, send me to the moon
If that bitch, she play up in this, bitch
I guarantee it's a set up
Ion do no talkin
Guarantee I pull out, I'm gon' wet up
Fuck that dead nigga
I'm the type to lay him on a stretcher
Fuck that dead nigga
I'm the type to shoot him and say shut up
All these sticks up in the car
Guarantee, feel like a band and she a fan
Cause soon I see her, she gon taking off her pants
And I get high as hell
So hopefully you can see me when I'm up
Hop out with the stick, I guarantee
I'm shootin' through that truck
And I don't get no fuck
And I don't give no hell about this pain
Uh I'm just tryna slide, I guarantee I let it rain
Uh Bet I let it rain fasho
These niggas on my wave, go get your own
My shootas pay the blow
Fuck that, they get paid to score
These niggas always say, lil' Rez drop out
Like I'm in Peyton, bro
This clown bitch keep makin' jokes
His brother died that made it smoke
Why the fuck they act like we not outside
Go do what you want, don't drop no dime
Fuck a playground, bitch, come slide
And he gon' die, pop shit on live, it's free to Guys
They got him rhymed
I heard that rap nigga took a trip
I'm Tryna catch him out of town
I bet not catch him out of bounds, it's up
I told her, use her mouth, it's up
Heard he spoke, baby k
I'm tryna switch that bitch
Get down and duck
I told the hoe I ain't tryna fuck
I told the bitch, use her saliva
All that dissin' niggas doin
But they Unknown, they not my rival
On the rooftop, keep a sniper
Keep a switch, that's on the Bible
And we can fuck, I want no title
I cut that boy up like I'm Michael
And all my old hoes know that I'm the shit
I'm not talkin' no diaper
I got cash, but I been cautious
By my past, might get indicted
All my niggas toting Pistols
Guaranteed we gon' kill some
I don't give no fuck about no bitch
They better feel one
And I keep that stick on me
I'm Finna peel some
Uh, uh, I can't fuck with hoes
I can't fuck with you
Uh, uh, I just spend a band on my fuckin shoes
This is how we live
And this is how we choose
Uh, uh Now she wanna come back
See me makin' Blues, huh
Baby girl, you comin' back to me, I'll see you soon
I get high as hell, so baby, send me to the moon
If that bitch, she play up in this, bitch
I guarantee it's a set up
Ion do no talkin
Guarantee I pull out, I'm gon' wet up
Fuck that dead nigga
I'm the type to lay him on a stretcher
Fuck that dead nigga
I'm the type to shoot him and say shut up
All these sticks up in the car
Guarantee, feel like a band and she a fan
Cause soon I see her, she gon taking off her pants
And I get high as hell
So hopefully you can see me when I'm up
Hop out with the stick, I guarantee
I'm shootin' through that truck
And I don't get no fuck
And I don't give no hell about this pain
Uh I'm just tryna slide, I guarantee I let it rain
Uh Bet I let it rain fasho
These niggas on my wave, go get your own
My shootas pay the blow
Fuck that, they get paid to score
These niggas always say, lil' Rez drop out
Like I'm in Peyton, bro
This clown bitch keep makin' jokes
His brother died that made it smoke
Why the fuck they act like we not outside
Go do what you want, don't drop no dime
Fuck a playground, bitch, come slide
And he gon' die, pop shit on live, it's free to Guys
They got him rhymed
I heard that rap nigga took a trip
I'm Tryna catch him out of town
I bet not catch him out of bounds, it's up
I told her, use her mouth, it's up
Heard he spoke, baby k
I'm tryna switch that bitch
Get down and duck
I told the hoe I ain't tryna fuck
I told the bitch, use her saliva
All that dissin' niggas doin
But they Unknown, they not my rival
On the rooftop, keep a sniper
Keep a switch, that's on the Bible
And we can fuck, I want no title
I cut that boy up like I'm Michael
And all my old hoes know that I'm the shit
I'm not talkin' no diaper
I got cash, but I been cautious
By my past, might get indicted
Credits
Writer(s): Jayden Mitchell
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