Living Great

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) Haha, yeah Yop, I got— Yeah, okay [Verse: StanWill] I got money and my bitch bad, boy, I'm living great Left a dub up in Lenox, I was trippin' in the A Wasn't thinking with his noggin, bullet hit him in the face Brodie took the Faygo Firework and hit it with an eight Tripple S broke her neck, but this cock broke her back I be ridin' through the city with the Glock on my lap Supercharged, brodie pullin' out the lot in a 'Cat Chrome Heart did the trucker, but I'm not finna cap Boy, your time's up, I can hear your time ticking Trippin' in Miami, blowin' racks in the Design District You can keep your two cents, I'm always with some dime bitches Used to watch 'еm ball, back when I was on the pine chillin' Now I'm scoring, passin' plays around, feel likе Kyrie Irving Messy eater up at Fogo de, I got my white tee dirty Pull up in that what the fuck, they asking me what I be skrrt-in' Need to take your baby to the ER, it look like he hurtin' Make 'em meet Pop Smoke, if it's smoke, we gon' pop 'em We got butterfingers, catch the opps out, we gon' drop 'em Man, had all these .223s, why the fuck would I sock 'em? Give a damn about some hoes, after I fuck, I'ma block 'em In a spaceship, rocket by my side, I could fuck Gamora I ain't gotta shoot it, I can pass to my bucket scorers New chain on the way, I keep tellin' Hutch it's gorgeous Fuck I look like shooting at the clouds? We gon' bust it towards him Naw, for real, we gon' aim at his face Make his ass disappear, I'm David Blane with the Drac' All this chicken, all this bread, I'm Raising Cane's with the pape' She say she don't suck no dick, I'm finna bang in her face Black sticks, limousine tint what I'm peeping through If you ain't gang or my bitch, I don't wanna speak to you Yellow diamonds hanging off my neck, I look like Pikachu Peekin' through the AR scope, we catch him out, play peekaboo Yeah, catch him out, play peekaboo Lil' brodie—, finna swing the coupe I got—, know you see it too If you see me with a plate, you know my niggas eating too, okay You know my niggas eatin' I be blowin' money up at Saks, the opps be penny squeezin' Bro ain't got no guidance, he'll shoot that bitch for any reason Swear to God, I found the coldest bitch, I won't do any cheatin' No cap, though All these niggas slimy, better lock that backdoor He was up off EDD, I heard he back broke If you see me with her, then she got her back broke Point a finger, all my babies in attack mode They'll get you Blow you like a whistle, I swear they official Everywhere I'm at, I got some pape' and pistols Ninety-nine problems, but I swear money ain't an issue Yeah [Outro: StanWill] Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck goin' on Whole lotta gang shit, man