[Intro]
(Gentle Beatz)
(Gfelds on the beat)
[Chorus]
Life too short, no time to waste
That money, you better go save it now
You better not spend it on no bitch, go put in a savings account, uh
She can't wait to leave, uh, she gon' take all that shit
If you gon' fuck her friend, the bros, uh, she gon' let all 'em hit (She gon' fuck all them niggas)
I got racks, I remember I was broke, they ain't call a nigga
A lot of these rap niggas really my sons, uh
I'm really they father figure (I really raisеd niggas)
Said I ain't take yo' bitch, but she with me, what you call it, nigga?
You sayin' you throwin' my partnеr, be real
They trippin', tryna get retarded with ya
[Verse]
Yeah, nigga, what you want?
You know me, tryna push up on ya
These 7.62s, they hit, they make his brain flat, somethin' like bologna
You know I got that drop, you know I'm watchin', you know I'm on ya
I'm turnin' up the meat, all this shit look like lasagna
BDG, they know I'm comin'
Got every label tappin' in
I got some bros, said they don't wanna rap
Them boys just trained to spin, them boys be trippin'
I know big Solid, gon' do his thing, why the fuck you think I keep him with me?
Look up my name on Twitter, they fuckin' with me, they sayin' that Lil D different
I'm smokin' car crash, uh, this three-five hit different
Gon' hit that Audi up, you come through here, can't hide behind that tint
Nigga, bitches talk like hoes, so I can tell he ain't on shit
They don't get back for they bro, they hit yo and make a diss
(Gentle Beatz)
(Gfelds on the beat)
[Chorus]
Life too short, no time to waste
That money, you better go save it now
You better not spend it on no bitch, go put in a savings account, uh
She can't wait to leave, uh, she gon' take all that shit
If you gon' fuck her friend, the bros, uh, she gon' let all 'em hit (She gon' fuck all them niggas)
I got racks, I remember I was broke, they ain't call a nigga
A lot of these rap niggas really my sons, uh
I'm really they father figure (I really raisеd niggas)
Said I ain't take yo' bitch, but she with me, what you call it, nigga?
You sayin' you throwin' my partnеr, be real
They trippin', tryna get retarded with ya
[Verse]
Yeah, nigga, what you want?
You know me, tryna push up on ya
These 7.62s, they hit, they make his brain flat, somethin' like bologna
You know I got that drop, you know I'm watchin', you know I'm on ya
I'm turnin' up the meat, all this shit look like lasagna
BDG, they know I'm comin'
Got every label tappin' in
I got some bros, said they don't wanna rap
Them boys just trained to spin, them boys be trippin'
I know big Solid, gon' do his thing, why the fuck you think I keep him with me?
Look up my name on Twitter, they fuckin' with me, they sayin' that Lil D different
I'm smokin' car crash, uh, this three-five hit different
Gon' hit that Audi up, you come through here, can't hide behind that tint
Nigga, bitches talk like hoes, so I can tell he ain't on shit
They don't get back for they bro, they hit yo and make a diss
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