LIFES GOOD (FREESTYLE)

[Hook: Shad Da God]
Ooh
Riding round with that stick nigga we used to this
AP on my wrist nigga I’m used to this
Nigga tryna high side they doing too much
Pulled up on your block nigga with that drank po’d up
Big Burger had that act y’all used to get it from us
Nigga got some money think they left us in the dust
I still be posted on the Nat I got that Glock by my nuts
Got big [?] in my wood I smoke it down to a butt

[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
Bitch I’m Bankroll Mafia, what is clout?
Bricks inside the wall we don’t know nun bout no drought
Im bussin’ out that lambo truck, yo car gon’ hit a front flip
I’m outside on that west side right now we make that dope flip
Gunna had a nigga in Jamaica, I put on Louis flips
Me and Wheezy smoked out in the mansion I bought 12 zips
And we even pulled up on some shottas’ with some thirty clips
Ain’t kicking like we kicking in Atlanta I’m fucking with real rips
And I’m on a flight to LA this ain’t nun but a work trip
I pull up in LA and I pull up on the slimes
This bankroll PJ shit cuz we count money every time
They dropped you on your head if you think I drop a dime

[Hook: Shad Da God]
Riding round with that stick nigga we used to this
AP on my wrist nigga I’m used to this
Nigga tryna high side they doing too much
Pulled up on your block nigga with that drank po’d up
Big Burger had that act y’all used to get it from us
Nigga got some money think they left us in the dust
I still be posted on the Nat I got that Glock by my nuts
Got big [?] in my wood I smoke it down to a butt

[Verse 2: Shad Da God]
I mean Shit we riding with a stick got a bankroll on ‘em, I mean life’s good, shit

Pull up on her she ready
Pull up on her she got poontang ready
Had the stick in my bag
Imma just hold it cuz this shit too heavy
Got the supercharge, I’m ready
Foreign car I’m getting blowed by Chevy
I’m from where it get messy, niggas know not to play on my exit
Hundred thousand dollar benz coupe I’m doing donuts in that bitch
It’s a fee to come smoke with me you know it’s Berner weed that I twist
550 on factories and my nigga bought it off it a lick
If she really wanna hit the clean imma let her hit it off the brick
Big balls on the Margielas it’s a couple thousand for the kick
Nigga ready die bout her so I told her go and break that trick
I got that fire and I’m letting it go, anybody get hit
I got the [?] in that dope if anybody get sick
I got some Fanta be smoking that blow, and I let me see the bic
Riding thru the bluff Like Curtis Snow the museum by that shit
Kicked by the trap music museum selling niggas waters n shit
And they gon’ run up on your car like they bout to hit a lick
30 round kel-tec on my seat, and I’m riding with the biscuit
I pulled out that album these folks gon be drunk imma call this shit whiskey
They waiting on In god we trust like taxes, and they ass bout to get it

[Hook: Shad Da God]
Riding round with that stick nigga we used to this
AP on my wrist nigga I’m used to this
Nigga tryna high side they doing too much
Pulled up on your block nigga with that drank po’d up
Big Burger had that act y’all used to get it from us
Nigga got some money think they left us in the dust
I still be posted on the Nat I got that Glock by my nuts
Got big [?] in my wood I smoke it down to a butt