Live It Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Boyz shit, nigga, you know what's goin' on I ain't doin' shit, man I'm just tryna stack this paper to the ceiling and live it up, my nigga [Verse 1] Ayy, I'm tryna live it up Record label sent a contract, I ripped it up Open up a pint, drop a six, this shit thick as fuck I'll slap fire out my granny if she spill my cup This lil' rap bitch keep beggin' me to hit the Runtz I'm rollin' three-five 'Woods, actin' stiff as fuck Put my dickhead in her mouth, then lit the blunt Bust a fat nut down her throat, then hit my cup Bitch, I'm drinkin' Barre National One-hand the Drac' for twenty minutes, got my arm crampin' I prefer red, Morton, or Actavis, that Par nasty I'm tryna live my best life, I had a hard past [Chorus] Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts Hit a nigga in his star and fuck his ceiling up Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up [Verse 2] Long nights sittin' in that spot finally paid off The first Dumb and Dumb3r went crazy, I gotta thank Dolph Yes, I ran off on the plug, but he got paid off I ain't got no work no more, bro, I got laid off Hit a nigga in his top and knock his braids off K'll leave a nigga bald-head, knock his fade off If I catch my bitch cheatin', I'm cuttin' the game off Run up on a nigga and politely take his chain off This bitch mine now, you gotta pay to get it back Still talk my shit even if the beat laid back Pop a nigga, cut the Starz on, then I lay back Bro ain't leave with the dope, but he can bring the 'caine back [Chorus] Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts Hit a nigga in his star and fuck his ceiling up Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up [Verse 3] I'm tryna live life, they tryna put me in a box The streets fell in love with my style 'cause it's unorthodox My head fucked up, I almost walked in court with Glock Woke up, made five, and drunk a pint before four o'clock Them long nights in that spot finally payin' me Strobe light on the chop, shit, I can't even see 'Member bein' broke, I couldn't even get from A to B Cappin' when you rappin', all that shit you sayin' make-believe Ridin' down the strip in an S550 You see me with an opp, just shoot the car up, let him die with me Used to drive a minivan, now I can drive Bentleys We was broke as fuck, my nigga, couldn't even divide a penny [Chorus] Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up I finally made it out that bitch, it's time to live it up Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts Hit a nigga in his star and fuck his ceiling up Put a nigga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up My nigga, I'm just tryna get it up