Ay it cost to live like this, you hear me
There go Jaay, oh yeah, that's that one nigga
I got bands in my pocket, havin fun with it
I'm too fly for myself, I'm way above with it
Bad bitch, she shakin ass, she goin dumb wit it
How I get her in her mood, yeah, her tongue did it
I ain't even pop him up, yeah, the gun did it
Big chop a clip em up like Kawhi Leonard
Niggas always stealin sauce and try to run wit it
You ain't even fucking with my young niggas
Yeah, I feel like KD, I should son niggas
That nigga Jaay fell off, are you dumb, nigga
Hit her with a cold shoulder, damn, I hate bum bitches
Yeah, I had to hit, she had ass on her
Yeah, I feel great wit that bag on me
Put a bounty on a opp, I got half on it
I don't even want the bitch, I'ma pass on it
Mix the Chrome wit the Lanvin this and that on me
If you ever change, ain't no comin back from it
I just throw it off the glass, I'm finna Shaq somethin
AMB this shit for life you see the tats on me
He ain't really in the gym, he got a bad jumper
Make me mad, then I might mad max somethin
Bad bitch bounce on the dick like a new jumper
I just rearranged her guts, she need a new stomach
They know I'm cold in this rap, they know who run it
Man, I had to roll run for that new money
Diamonds dancin on my neck, that's how you comin
Big choppa, leave em bald, I caillou somethin
I been here for a while, that shit regular
She like white tips, here go a hunnit for a pedicure
Hundred eleven degrees, no Nelly, but it's hot in here
She love my voice, I got her smilin ear to ear
Try to slide on that, but nobody there
I can be fucked with, man, let's get it clear
Holdin up my bust down when I'm in the mirror
I'm a self-made nigga, man, these niggas weird
I feel like AMB in 2018
What V say this ain't a fire drill, this the real thing
Money and family, what I do it for my favorite things
They gon' start acting weird when you touch blue cheese
She like he don't want no one, I said, who me
Bad hoes came in the pack like a loose leaf
Put some diamonds on my neck, Simon says freeze
If a bitch ain't for the Jaay, kick her Jet Lee
Big bank take Lil' Bank, run that money up
In the foreign with a bad bitch doin a hunnit plus
Bitch pulled up with a wagon, told her fuck it up
Balenci B's on my feet, I'm Mr. Do It Up
I'm Mr. Do Too Much, catch a opp and shoot him up
Always hatin on a nigga, you don't do enough
Slide through, I seen gang, then I threw it up
Every time I got it on, I'm like, flick it up
Even through them tough losses, my chin still up
All these bitches for the streets, I can't wife no sluts
Came a long way from the bottom, only way is up
I just pull up with the gang, we got bitches, it's going up
Ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me
There go Jaay, oh yeah, that's that one nigga
I got bands in my pocket, havin fun with it
I'm too fly for myself, I'm way above with it
Bad bitch, she shakin ass, she goin dumb wit it
How I get her in her mood, yeah, her tongue did it
I ain't even pop him up, yeah, the gun did it
Big chop a clip em up like Kawhi Leonard
Niggas always stealin sauce and try to run wit it
You ain't even fucking with my young niggas
Yeah, I feel like KD, I should son niggas
That nigga Jaay fell off, are you dumb, nigga
Hit her with a cold shoulder, damn, I hate bum bitches
Yeah, I had to hit, she had ass on her
Yeah, I feel great wit that bag on me
Put a bounty on a opp, I got half on it
I don't even want the bitch, I'ma pass on it
Mix the Chrome wit the Lanvin this and that on me
If you ever change, ain't no comin back from it
I just throw it off the glass, I'm finna Shaq somethin
AMB this shit for life you see the tats on me
He ain't really in the gym, he got a bad jumper
Make me mad, then I might mad max somethin
Bad bitch bounce on the dick like a new jumper
I just rearranged her guts, she need a new stomach
They know I'm cold in this rap, they know who run it
Man, I had to roll run for that new money
Diamonds dancin on my neck, that's how you comin
Big choppa, leave em bald, I caillou somethin
I been here for a while, that shit regular
She like white tips, here go a hunnit for a pedicure
Hundred eleven degrees, no Nelly, but it's hot in here
She love my voice, I got her smilin ear to ear
Try to slide on that, but nobody there
I can be fucked with, man, let's get it clear
Holdin up my bust down when I'm in the mirror
I'm a self-made nigga, man, these niggas weird
I feel like AMB in 2018
What V say this ain't a fire drill, this the real thing
Money and family, what I do it for my favorite things
They gon' start acting weird when you touch blue cheese
She like he don't want no one, I said, who me
Bad hoes came in the pack like a loose leaf
Put some diamonds on my neck, Simon says freeze
If a bitch ain't for the Jaay, kick her Jet Lee
Big bank take Lil' Bank, run that money up
In the foreign with a bad bitch doin a hunnit plus
Bitch pulled up with a wagon, told her fuck it up
Balenci B's on my feet, I'm Mr. Do It Up
I'm Mr. Do Too Much, catch a opp and shoot him up
Always hatin on a nigga, you don't do enough
Slide through, I seen gang, then I threw it up
Every time I got it on, I'm like, flick it up
Even through them tough losses, my chin still up
All these bitches for the streets, I can't wife no sluts
Came a long way from the bottom, only way is up
I just pull up with the gang, we got bitches, it's going up
Ay, it cost to live like this, you hear me
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