[Intro]
Yeah yeah nigga huh
Let it ride
Now look I know you tired of hearing this story and shit but fuck it
[Chorus]
Baby drop the hits, baby copped a crib
Me and the gang I’m with, that’s how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I’m never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
[Verse 1]
Look at the gang I’m with, put her on gang it’s lit
[?]
Never go check a bitch
Nigga on gang we living [?] the gas sativa
Earning my stripes I did young nigga don’t even wear no Adidas
Smoking that dank, different strain [?] critical
Went to the bank fuck up a banky now we be smoking medicinal
Put her on gang she know I’m smoking on exodus cheese I’m Moses
She know I’m lit I’m loaded fuck up the bands reload it
That boy just got a new bitch he bout the jump in the whip
That nigga gone that nigga awesome give me more money and dick
Just got a crib it’s lit she cannot leave without taking a pic
Look at my life it’s lit, I do not know her but she want the dick
[Chorus]
Baby drop the hits, baby copped a crib
Me and the gang I’m with, that’s how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I’m never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
[Verse 2]
Til I’m off a hundred and fifty my bitch is white like britney
Run it up I’m on a mission, grant all my niggas they’re wishes
Split up the guala the division, I’m on my way to the riches
I took my young niggas with me now we all ball like pipin
These bitches off white like whitney, stacking a hundred and fifty
Stylez the plug he get it, you niggas ain’t rich you milk it
Sipping on muddy filthy, smoking on bud, I’m busy
She wanna cuddle with me, young nigga gone she miss me
Young nigga trap it’s a hobby, give her my number the lottery
Give her the pipe I’m bobby, now the bitch can’t get a hold of me
Call her a cab I hop it [?] pharmacy [?] my nigga we cop it
Bought a new crib I’m popping just blew twenty racks on my carpet
[Chorus]
Baby drop the hits, baby copped a crib
Me and the gang I’m with, that’s how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I’m never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit
Look at my life it’s lit