Get It How U Live Travis Porter

[Verse 1: Strap]
He think he can fight
I think he a dyke
Put me on the mic and I'ma show that nigga right
You say she yo wife, I say she a stripper
You say you a thug, nigga you ain't no killer
Everything huge, rims way bigger
Why you looking peculiar, get out my way nigga
You gone need a couple rulers to count my bank nigga
An big shot out to my jeweler cause he keep me blinging my nigga
An I keep my thing lil nigga, while I'm gettting some brain my nigga
They tried to make it, make it rain, but stay in yo lane my nigga
I knew you was a lame because you tuck your chain my nigga
I'ma keep it one hundred and I'ma never change my nigga lets go
You know my team guapped up, free all my niggas locked up, (Tip! Boosie!)
I ain't your baby daddy ain't my fault that you got knocked up
Soon as I hit the radio that's when they try to pop up
I'm speeding down 285, 12 trying to clock us
Yeah, I'ma product of my motherfuckin' environment!
I only fuck with bad bitches that meet my requirements
Nine to five head doctor okay now you hired then
Lame niggas don't come around you expired pimp....

[Chorus]
You get it how you live round here (Uh Huh!)
You get it how you live round here (Uh Huh!)
You get it how you live round here, yeah them young niggas be thinking getting it in around here