Life

Yeah

Pull up in that Wraith, you might see me with bae

I put bags in the safe, now I run out of space

Put my dick in her mouth, tell me, how does it taste?

Yeah, 500 grams of the flake, that's a half of a cake

Yeah, yeah, spend your re-up on some shoes, Lamborghini coupe

All my **** lookin' for him like he's Mister Who

I got lean in my cup, have sip you might faint

You gettin' thousands like me, what you gonna do?

Girl you the realest

A 'lil hood remindin' me where I'm from, yeah

Back to the trenches

Watch you wishin' go send this in the sky, yeah

Fools thought that's a dot on you but it was mine

Bando baby twenty nine, yeah that's my guy

Me and LB fucked the same hoes at different times

Put him on headlines, lines

This the life, this the life, this the life

Said she don't do rappers, bet I make her change her mind

Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side

Twenty K up on my Rollie, I can't tell the time

Young and rich, know the feelin'

Brand new merc no ceilin'

Fifty bags on my vehicle

Pinch herself 'cause she dreamin'

Spend racks on my baby

She keep sayin' that I'm crazy

Yeah, self destruct like Serena

My new baby is a diva

Come up in her, she a keeper

No blood, she a keeper, yeah

I'ma buy her what she want because she got potential

We go crazy at the Gucci store, I know she goin' mental

Mental

Flowers gettin to your head, you said don't get sentimental

Yeah, you know it's large amounts, came in here with a tool

Do a movie Scooby doo, who the fuck are you?

This the life, this the life, this the life

Said she don't do rappers, bet I make her change her mind

Pick a side, pick a side, pick a side

Twenty K up on my Rollie, I can't tell the time

Pull up in the Wraith, you might see me with bae

Yeah, I put bags in the safe, now I ran out of space

Put my dick in her mouth, tell me, how does it taste?

500 grams of the flake, that's a half of a cake

Mental

Flowers gettin to your head, you said don't get sentimental

I don't go, don't go mental

Lie

Luh-luh

Sigh