Fillin’ His Shoes (Best Life) Lil Keed

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Chrous]
When it got my sack right, so act right
Imma live my best life, I'm in the sky
They comin' in with pie, know I eat a big slice
With my hoes on west side and south side, yea yea
I went and got me some money, these haters they came out the bloom
I fucked these bitches and all of they friends, I don't do the twos
Mexico was a real one, so Im fillin' his shoes
I'm just tryna show you what I can do

[Verse 1]
I cop 3 phones, too many bitches be callin'
Rubber Band hundreds gon' get her out her draws man
Custom made sweats ?? I don't do no jogging
I be with the slimeball who gon' ride and they goin' all in
I saw a whole lotta ways
I see brown hoe, no making wave
Yea, I put my hoe in her place
Yea, I'm surfing all over the place
Yea, I'm dripping all over the place
Yea, Give her 3 Tracy McGrady
Yea, then Imma pass your lil lady
Yea, yea, Cartier frames spend a lot on my visuals
Yea, yea, range rover truck when I go and pick her up
Yea, yea, Glock got a dick, we hit her lil tummy up
Yea, yea, my hoe keep trippin' she want her tummy tucked