
i h* my life - drop1 lyrics
inspired all these rap n*s—how they hate on me?
if i’m feelin’ good, i buy the b*h a handbag or three
i’m down fig lookin’ for the 304s with unique
i don’t link none of the b***s in my city—i just tease
i’m in 5%, i think they still see the chain—i might need limo
never shoppin’ through the glass, it’s funny i still watch my windows
three pints—
i’m playin’ spill or fill like i’m on jimmy kimmel
ask the n****s y’all lookin’ up to if i’m influential
i’m the n* they dependin’ on
i got more hits than hank aaron
took a n* kit and told him, “after all, ain’t sharin’, carin’”
left the whole team f**d his b*h like nico harrison
soon as i got off my flight, i jumped inside a mclaren
two*tone—this not the cheap one neither
said she never f****d n0body in my group—i don’t believe her
funny how my price goin’ up, and still ain’t doin’ features
sh*t, i’m ballin’ with my twin brother—we like kris and keegan
you ain’t made no money yet, it’s somethin’ you ain’t doin’ right
when you got the bag, you gon’ see every p*y got a price
you do too much braggin’ ’bout ya b*tch, n*—i make her mine
tellin’ them you gon’ defeat the drop—n***a, that’s bad advice
hourglass shape and pretty face—i think i got a type
i’m posted in la, probably meet the *pps in afterlife
still got n****s that’ll crash out quick—rashee rice
the youngest turnt n* in my city—i still hate my life
young n* lookin’ for a four in houston—daniel house
ain’t no turnin’ back, i just can’t go left like jaylen brown
promoters hate us too—we takin’ bottle girls from out the lounge
she ain’t f**n’ on the first day—the b*h gettin’ out
if you knew the b***h was a ho, then why is that your wife?
flip a 10 into a 27—i’m like daniel theis
can’t keep a b*h for sh*t even though i’m all they type
he knew he was done soon as he hit the ground—brandon knight
tryna blow a hundred in a day—i feel like lilly phillips
i got that heat on top the blue and pinks like andrew wiggins
the rim on the big body bouncin’ like kawhi leonard
n***a in that field with that 19—isaiah simmons
ar like a little person on me—natile grace
how the fck the b*h got ass, but she ain’t got no waist?
know a n* got with a ten, he ain’t got face
b* think i’m juiced up—look what a minute then made
no matter what, my chin stayed up like stan smith
like wham, middleton—drop done went in, got a bag quick
the type to drop 10 on a b***h like hailey van lith
i’m stuck chasin’ the bucks like taurean prince
the dog actin’ up—i might gotta beat the b***h like kpj
bippin’ through la—i’m goin’ club to club tryna find a tray
we f* 10 minutes into meetin’—why you think you stayin’?
gave these n*s hope and inspiration—how the f**k they hatin’?
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