Letras
This the life of a G
You might die bout the bacon
That don't mean nothing to me
Turn a gram to a sleeve
Lanvin all on the tee
223's out the v
Easter pink sippin' it out the cup
I'm a star, stars in the roof of the truck
Youngin slide if I give 'em a buck
Money counters give me a rush
Shooters got guns in the tuck
I caught the head broski fucked
Pounds on the plane and the bus
You could get stained havin' trust
One time on a drill it jammed up
Paranoid, I still hear, "Put your hands up"
I felt bullets, I dodged death, scrape the pot with my left
Nigga free my gang from the chain
Cushion cut my diamonds and ring
Money in the walls, I ain't change
My mans starving feel his pain
Styrofoam to sip purple rain
Hunnits turn my love into rage
She cop a bag, match the shades
Rappin', I'm dyin' to maintain
Diamond watches over the plain
Still ain't get paid for the stage
Police be tryna watch face
Niggas help out with the case
You know if you share all the food
It'd be nothing left on the plate
Mixin' up 4s, pourin' 8s
I broke night sitting on a crate
Favorite location, the bank
Youngins do murders for rank
Still drive no gas in the tank
Her ass is fat but it's fake
Hermes pillows gonna sleep
Call the chauffeur, bring the V
The traphouse hot in December
Bro do breakings and enter
Steak and shrimp for the dinner
Doing fraud to live the life of a winner
Cook up a ounce like a chemist
After I tint up the Carti
I'ma tint up the Benzo
Don't pillow talk to these women
Celine written all on my linen
The teller pay me in 50s
Last week I took all The Benjis
Might take a trip to Houston go to Johnny Dang, see the dentist