C’est la Vie

[Hook]
Aye
Smokin’ on that blunt and smokin’ dope, I call it what you call it
Treat my junkies like a [?], wakin’ up like “What you wanted”
Ride around, I’m servin’ cuts, keep the 30s in a tote
And everywhere I go I cause attention 'cause of what I smoke
Aye, I wake up and [?], my broski waitin’ in the lobby
Ridin’ round the city, got a baddie and she right beside me
I’m still ridin’ round the city servin’ drugs and I get money probably
[?] Margielas on me, you know I trap in designer

[Verse]
Racin’ to the money in that [?] status YSL
I pop me a [?] Xans, I ain’t have no Percs, who got a sale?
Serve him OG and he thought it was Runtz
Dirty money, got this shit out the mud
Was stupid enough that I was servin’ the cut
Fuck a middleman, I gotta talk to the plug
Gonna fly out the coupe like it was a dove
C’est la vie, drop the roof for fun
[?], I trap out the easy five hundo
Don’t get on no “bro”, why’d you put up a front though?
Don’t gotta worry why you put up a front though
Most of my people gone stay movin’ cutthroat
Bad lil bougie bitch, know I love those
Servin’ the class so I keep movin’ up one
They swore on me bad things, it was fuck 'em
I'm tryna go and fuck somebody's mother
Used to be the man, now you [?]
I ain't havin' no kids, gotta get me some rubbers
I mix the Undercover with the [?]
I get up and I gotta go get me some K
This is a marathon, it's not a race
But either way I'ma go get me the blue face
I like fuckin' bitches that be two races
Typical white bitch, they be too racist
Gotta go for the bag like I'm Tomb Raider
Like poppin' pills, gettin' Screwface
Pullin' up in HD like Blu-Ray

[Hook]
Aye
Smokin’ on that blunt and smokin’ dope, I call it what you call it
Treat my junkies like a [?], wakin’ up like “What you wanted”
Ride around, I’m servin’ cuts, keep the 30s in a tote
And everywhere I go I cause attention 'cause of what I smoke
Aye, I wake up and [?], my broski waitin’ in the lobby
Ridin’ round the city, got a baddie and she right beside me
I’m still ridin’ round the city servin’ drugs and I get money probably
[?] Margielas on me, you know I trap in designer

[Outro]
Phew, phew, go, go, go, go, go