Just Living Lyrics

Ooh, baby, baby

Ya, ya, ya, ya, aye, aye

Ooh, baby, baby

Young, young, young, young

I remember them days that a nigga had a dollar

Now I'm in a damn trap like a motherfuckin' scholar

Five, five, six, rip through this motherfuckin' collar

I put that on your life he wont meet tomorrow

Keep this sick like my first name harry and my last name potter

Diss the gang, and I bet you get slaughtered

You can tell your mama, you can tell your father

Fucked the opp, baby, momma the bitch wetter than water

If you my opp I better not catch you

Why you tell 12, and first of all, Yeen know who shot you

Fall in love with a bitch sum I can't do because I don't wanna be the one

Runnin' around lookin' like a damn fool

Pockets favorite color, they green and blue

Crossin' these bows left to right like my name was Uncle Drew

In the bitch's head like cantu, spin on the opp block

If you think we miss, little bitch, you a damn foo

caught this ass, got his ass slumped, put his ass in the blunt

Shit harder than thump, uh-huh, smoke his ass right to the face, now I'm in outer space

I'm in an unknown place

Slide right out to the bay and I pick up lil qua, guarantee he shootin' like klay, gettin' this money, no loan

Pockets gettin' too strong, and my shirt, it came from Al Capone

Wassup with you niggas

I'm finna gon' head and just slap me a nigga

I be the one that gon' head and rap me a nigga

Run to a app, lil' nigga, and be ready to say what we gon' do

Bout the next nigga, even know that shit sad

So the 223's gon' get on his ass

Playboy Sosaa, gon' put the nigga in the pass

When it comes to this money, bitch, I'm goin' fast

Wassup with you niggas

I'm finna gon' head and just slap me a nigga

I be the one that gon' head and rap me a nigga

Run to a app, lil' nigga, and be ready to say what we gon' do

Bout the next nigga, even know that shit sad

So the 223's gon' get on his ass

Playboy Sosaa, gon' put the nigga in the pass

When it comes to this money, bitch, I'm goin' fast

I remember them days that a nigga had a dollar

Now I'm in a damn trap like a motherfuckin' scholar

Five, five, six, rip through this motherfuckin' collar

I put that on your life he wont meet tomorrow

Keep this sick like my first name harry and my last name potter

Diss the gang, and I bet you get slaughtered

You can tell your mama, you can tell your father

Fucked the opp, baby, momma the bitch wetter than water

Oh God, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

Yeah, yeah