Life
La, la, la, la
Blah, blah, blah
Don't smoke or drink so yeah I'm sober when I speak
This a trap house that gun better not look petite
Say the wrong thing I'm only gone say a beat
I'm knocking at yo door like, "Hello trick or treat"
Go to the back and put in the bag hurry up
Gold, change, credit cards and every last buck
I'm a give you five minutes to give it up in a rush
If he fuck up bullets hitting him in the gut
Holy shit maybe we should light a candle or two
Turn a fuck nigga to a bitch nigga like Bruce
I keep a shotgun that make that nigga lights go duce
And if I send him to my guys that nigga ain't getting loose
Of course I'm so motherfucking shallow
One of you niggas is finna die though
Carry the body up out the backdoor
Get rid of every witness including my own shadow
Never tell em how you got it coming in
Niggas can't hold water they could barely swim
I push the turf from the track to the rim
Keep a strong body of work and I ain't talking gym
Pussy ass bitch know my block ain't safe
You a hostage now that I'm surrounding yo place
30G Rolex so my time won't waste
Then I crack the iPhone so the cops can't trace
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
Lay him down in a blood bath I be cruising on my own path
Think before you ever tell me shit
Beat a bitch with a selfie stick really really not that innocent
Me and chopper we get ignorant
You starve us and we star bust and snatch up your cousin
Get the spear men done, make a nigga eat the gun
Bullets feel like the sun talking shit you get plunged
With another shot, gun so big, we can hit you from the yacht
I ain't gotta plot, get you on the stop
Punch you like a clock do not let you goons scare me
Knock every last tooth out I'm the fucking tooth fairy
Better pray to Hail Mary got blood smelling up the room
Air it out with perfume you gone hear that ga-boom
And won't see that nigga soon!
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
Blah, blah, blah
Don't smoke or drink so yeah I'm sober when I speak
This a trap house that gun better not look petite
Say the wrong thing I'm only gone say a beat
I'm knocking at yo door like, "Hello trick or treat"
Go to the back and put in the bag hurry up
Gold, change, credit cards and every last buck
I'm a give you five minutes to give it up in a rush
If he fuck up bullets hitting him in the gut
Holy shit maybe we should light a candle or two
Turn a fuck nigga to a bitch nigga like Bruce
I keep a shotgun that make that nigga lights go duce
And if I send him to my guys that nigga ain't getting loose
Of course I'm so motherfucking shallow
One of you niggas is finna die though
Carry the body up out the backdoor
Get rid of every witness including my own shadow
Never tell em how you got it coming in
Niggas can't hold water they could barely swim
I push the turf from the track to the rim
Keep a strong body of work and I ain't talking gym
Pussy ass bitch know my block ain't safe
You a hostage now that I'm surrounding yo place
30G Rolex so my time won't waste
Then I crack the iPhone so the cops can't trace
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
Lay him down in a blood bath I be cruising on my own path
Think before you ever tell me shit
Beat a bitch with a selfie stick really really not that innocent
Me and chopper we get ignorant
You starve us and we star bust and snatch up your cousin
Get the spear men done, make a nigga eat the gun
Bullets feel like the sun talking shit you get plunged
With another shot, gun so big, we can hit you from the yacht
I ain't gotta plot, get you on the stop
Punch you like a clock do not let you goons scare me
Knock every last tooth out I'm the fucking tooth fairy
Better pray to Hail Mary got blood smelling up the room
Air it out with perfume you gone hear that ga-boom
And won't see that nigga soon!
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
If I blast that shit tonight I'm a get life
If my money not looking right I'm a get life
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Writer(s): 0, Elizabeth Harris
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