Lyrics

Whoa Oh yeah Whoa Oh yeah This how we living I gotta get it This how we living Shorty going through it she don't like the way I'm living I been going through it I been out here trynna get it Niggas hating on me they don't wanna see me winning I was gon make it I knew that from the beginning Steppas in the building everybody gotta hold on Issa cold world I don't even got a coat on And we on the tv you know we gon put a show on Find the instrumental me and acey finna float on Steppas in the building everybody tryna take a peak I'm not Malcom x but they gon listen when a nigga speak She gon bust it open I don't want it if she ain't a freak No I'm not a gangsta but I promise shit ain't ever sweet Is you really popping or you famous on the Instagram You might got some ass but tell the truth girl I don't give a damn Brodie got the toolie call of duty we in Amsterdam I don't fuck with 12 but shit I fuck with Randal Cunningham When I'm in ya city baggage claim then I flee the scene Active and Attractive so you know she want the ding a ling When the bases loaded I'm Aldrete batta batta swing Imma count to 3 and she gon tap i'm like a Referee Used to have the sprite and used to mix it with promethazine Now I'm drinking water alkaline I get it from the spring When you speaking to me come correct you speaking to a king She just bought a outfit just to take it off and give to me Shorty going through it she don't like the way I'm living I been going through it I been out here trynna get it Niggas hating on me they don't wanna see me winning I was gon make it I knew that from the beginning Steppas in the building everybody gotta hold on Issa cold world I don't even got a coat on And we on the tv you know we gon put a show on Find the instrumental me and acey finna float on Just because it's good don't mean that it's sweet Another instrumental homicide on the beat We fuckin up the streets bitch I'm in too deep My brother in the field and he ain't even wearing cleats I swear all you niggas weak Your bitch she a freak When you climbing to the top man that shit get steep She let me hit in the morning while her nigga still sleep And if you catch me past three that's a late night creep I hit it in the shower Hit it on the bed I'm pulling out her tracks She pulling on my dreads And it's fuck what you heard Fuck what they said I don't even write this shit coming out my head This shit coming off the dome In this VLone Blowing up my phone told the bitch leave me alone And I'm high like a drone Heart made of stone I'll take her out the way but I can't take her home Shorty going through it she don't like the way I'm living I been going through it I been out here trynna get it Niggas hating on me they don't wanna see me winning I was gon make it I knew that from the beginning Steppas in the building everybody gotta hold on Issa cold world I don't even got a coat on And we on the tv you know we gon put a show on Find the instrumental me and acey finna float on
Writer(s): Tarrence Albritton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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