Yeah Ay, I live it like that Sheesh I bet on myself, bitch, I get it right back And I'm from the mud, I spin it and bounce back Back Don't level with me 'cause my limit don't match I'm the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah That nigga You paid to hide, but for me, I got that low I'm that nigga I'm upset and my niggas cutthroat (Cutthroat) And broke? Never, that's a place I won't go These Foris offset, we don't do low-lows Low-lows Twenty-fours and these tires low pros Supercharge, put that bitch in sport mode Sport mode Do that dash, see how fast this bitch go Yeah It's lonely at the top, I been here a minute Here a minute Richer than my ops, I know these niggas live it Ha This 41 is on the rocks, this chain a nice ticket Can saw we beat the statistics 'Cause they said that we'll be dead or in prison Shawty go crazy with the head, man, she gifted Yeah Make you wonder how much head she been givin' I been grindin', gettin' money, out the way, I be chillin' But it seem like these pussy niggas hate for a livin' But it's knotty though But it's knotty though I got you CA Coupe, pourin' foreign toast Bring a friend and come through We can eat and smoke Eat and smoke This the life I'm livin' as a young loc I know these niggas do it, but I do the most Facts Ay, I live it like that Sheesh I bet on myself, bitch, I get it right back And I'm from the mud, I spin it and bounce back Back Don't level with me 'cause my limit don't match I'm the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah That nigga You paid to hide, but for me, I got that low I'm that nigga I'm upset and my niggas cutthroat Cutthroat And broke? Never, that's a place I won't go For everytime I fell off track, I need a fifty pack Run up a bag and went through it, I don't know how to act I'm tryna bust down the Bezel, baby, like Joey Fatts They say new level, new devil, nigga look where we at For every tear that I drop, hope a dollar come with it I don't know how we escaped it, I'm just grateful we did it I'm tryna make me a ticket, might just take me a minute Lil' Breezy, don't get impatient, I can taste it and feel it You know I want it bad, run up a duffel bag Gotta be wealthy, not rich, I'm tryna make it last I just been cookin' up studio like Breaking Bad I ain't been lookin' up, I'll save the best for last I took the wheel and gased They thought I played the backseat LA nigga heatin' up like it's The Valley, yeah Niggas think it's sweet, don't start, at me I don't wanna beef, rather be happy Why you mad, dog? Ay, I live it like that Sheesh I bet on myself, bitch, I get it right back And I'm from the mud, I spin it and bounce back Back Don't level with me 'cause my limit don't match I'm the guy, the supply, yeah, the bro, yeah That nigga You paid to hide, but for me, I got that low I'm that nigga I'm upset and my niggas cutthroat Cutthroat And broke? Never, that's a place I won't go Ever
