How I’m Living

[Intro]
Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
Still ain't sign a dizzeal all young nigga know is trap
Houses in the hill look like the Grand Theft Auto map
Private party bitches shakin ass and takin naps
Tell this girl to come suck this dick she can’t sit down

[Chorus]
She talkin’ back she got more lip than Oscar Proud
Don’t play with my nose boy seen more shit than Bobby Brown
Came up out the ground, look at how I’m livin now
Foreign engine loud that just how we livin now
Shooters on the prowl walk around with semi’s now
He might air the crowd, that just how he feelin now
I was True’ied down, now I pull up Gucci’ed down
Get that fake love when Im around, nothin but real ones in my lounge

[Verse]
We just poppin bottles on the sofa like we on it
Using forks and knives to eat the steak, no more baloney
Po up out the pint, I let my partner drink the ‘rona
Niggas be too phony, clip long like a kony
I just spent a thousand on some shoes that look like Sketchers
Never wore no Sketchers, like my white ho named Rebecca
She used to be trashy, now that lil bitch livin’ better
She be fly as feathers, breakin niggas out they chedda

[Chorus]
She talkin’ back she got more lip than Oscar Proud
Don’t play with my nose boy seen more shit than Bobby Brown
Came up out the ground, look at how I’m livin now
Foreign engine loud that just how we livin now
Shooters on the prowl walk around with semi’s now
He might air the crowd, that just how he feelin now
I was True’ied down, now I pull up Gucci’ed down
Get that fake love when Im around, nothin but real ones in my lounge

[Verse 2]
Stood up and Im tryn get my check up
He ain't never tried nigga fess up
Fuckin on your bitch she won’t let up
Stuck up in my bed like a bed bug
Diamonds red drippin like a wet rug
Lookin like Im worth a mill when I dress up
Smellin like a pound of thunder like Im Westbrook
Duckin bitches that behind, never catch up
Boujee petite and she eat like a beast
Talk like a geek but I know she a freak
Go see a movie, we fuck on the seat
Stuck up to you, but she turn on to me
On a vacation, I’m high by the sea
Bitch she is drownin she look at my teeth
Yeah, she see VVS’s

[Chorus]
She talkin’ back she got more lip than Oscar Proud
Don’t play with my nose boy seen more shit than Bobby Brown
Came up out the ground, look at how I’m livin now
Foreign engine loud that just how we livin now
Shooters on the prowl walk around with semi’s now
He might air the crowd, that just how he feelin now
I was True’ied down, now I pull up Gucci’ed down
Get that fake love when Im around, nothin but real ones in my lounge

[Outro]
Ain't nothin but real ones in my lounge
Ain't get that fake love when I’m around
Still ain't sign a dizzeal all young nigga know is trap
Houses in the hill look like the Grand Theft Auto map
Ayy, private party bitches shakin ass and takin naps
Tell your bitch to come suck this dick she can’t sit down
Yeah, lil nigga, tell your bitch to come here she can’t sit down
Lil nigga, lil nigga