Live & Learn

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Stan, turn me up) Bitch No cap Wrist forty-one, wrist forty-one, bitch, my wrist forty-one [Verse] Wrist forty-one, cougar bitch forty-two Told the manager in Saks I'm in this bitch more than you Bitch foreign, drip foreign, whip foreign too You be pourin' feelings out, I'm in this bitch pourin' juice I don't ball hog, bitch, the clique scorin' too Think the whip grew some wings how that bitch soarin' through She ain't used to money, say this shit sort of new If Militia ever call, I come equipped for the troops Funny he was talkin' hot but now he in the urn I ain't took no losses, all my L's stand for live and learn He done reached for ice and got some ice, you know thesе bitches burn I don't talk, interrogators think they in this bitch with Fеrb Threw my Cartis on her, now your bitch a nerd Had to turn it up a notch, ain't feel like I was gettin' heard I pass all my babies paper like they gettin' served He said it was beef, I brought it to him like he gettin' served She runnin' like it's track, got his wife in the sprinter Tried to score and got locked up, we some hybrid defenders You know ganger gave his lil' ho a night to remember If we catch him out in traffic, ain't swipin' a fender Paid 'bout twenty dollars for every bite of my dinner I might skrrt the Holy Ghost, but I'm ridin' with sinners Know my haters mad as fuck, can't deny we some winners Probably got more motherfuckin' chicken than Tyson got tenders You can only show a ten with your two hands Me and bro with two tens on a two man Countin' all these blue bands, might get blue hands I'm with five bitches, got the GLE coupe crammed I don't step out 'less my 'fit at least two bands Used to thank God for givin' me a new ham Bet the big fully fucker make his crew scram Only way you toppin' me is if you go get two Stans When it come to business, got my tippy toes on it Zotti off the shroomies, ganger hippie blowed on it Lookin' at the 'fit, I blew like fifty pros on it And I'm lookin' at my buffies, blew like sixty more on it I ain't got no heart, I do these biddies so bogus Hundred in the AR, bitch, the titties so loaded Bro on telly with the plug like give me more potion Guess you ain't the only fish for me, it's plenty more oceans One night with your bitch, we need plenty more Trojans I can't trust a bitch, you know it's plenty hoes goin' Pull up tryna scrap, you know that semi pole blowin' Everybody hatin' why my city so hopeless Probably rockin' Mike Amiri skinnies, roll showin' Petty, if you run off with a penny, bro blowin' All this ice and paper, bitch, we lit, these hoes knowin' Had to run it up myself, boy, they ain't give me no motion [Outro] (Ooh, Stan, turn me up) Bitch, Dog Shit Militia Man, this shit easy Been shittin', still shittin' Know I'm forever shittin', you know?