Welcome 2 My Life
(专辑: L3 (Long Lost Letters) - 2018)
Yeah yeah nigga huh Let it ride Now look I
know you tired of hearing this story and shit but fuck it Baby drop the
hits, baby copped a
crib Me and the
gang I'm with, that's how the
cash is split Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I
trip Smoking on tangerine, this what I
came up with Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at the
gang I'm with, put her on gang it's lit [?] Never go check a
bitch Nigga on gang we living [?] the
gas sativa Earning my stripes I
did young nigga don't even wear no Adidas Smoking that dank, different strain [?] critical Went to the
bank fuck up a
banky now we be smoking medicinal Put her on gang she know I'm smoking on exodus cheese I'm Moses She know I'm lit I'm loaded fuck up the
bands reload it That boy just got a
new bitch he bout the
jump in the
whip That nigga gone that nigga awesome give me more money and dick Just got a
crib it's lit she cannot leave without taking a
pic Look at my life it's lit, I
do not know her but she want the
dick Baby drop the
hits, baby copped a
crib Me and the
gang I'm with, that's how the
cash is split Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I
trip Smoking on tangerine, this what I
came up with Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Til I'm off a
hundred and fifty my bitch is white like britney Run it up I'm on a
mission, grant all my niggas they're wishes Split up the
guala the
division, I'm on my way to the
riches I
took my young niggas with me now we all ball like pipin These bitches off white like whitney, stacking a
hundred and fifty Stylez the
plug he get it, you niggas ain't rich you milk it Sipping on muddy filthy, smoking on bud, I'm busy She wanna cuddle with me, young nigga gone she miss me Young nigga trap it's a
hobby, give her my number the
lottery Give her the
pipe I'm bobby, now the
bitch can't get a
hold of me Call her a
cab I
hop it [?] pharmacy [?] my nigga we cop it Bought a
new crib I'm popping just blew twenty racks on my carpet Baby drop the
hits, baby copped a
crib Me and the
gang I'm with, that's how the
cash is split Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I
trip Smoking on tangerine, this what I
came up with Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit Look at my life it's lit