Livin Ballin And Scheming Lyrics

Ever since the day that I was born

I knew I'd be the shit

Cock the sixty let it fly

I swear I be living for this

Move the work in U-haul

I be swerving smoking of this spliff

Got the drake up in my lap

It took one dance to get you hit

Popped two thirty's

That's a sixty

Now I'm bout to make a hit

Make sure when you drive the shipment

You don't get caught up with it

Take a life before I get caught

I ain't feeling bad for shit

These blood diamonds on my neck

Tell you that I can pay the rent

Man all these people told me my whole life

That I wasn't gonna be shit

Now I'm posted on the gram

With racks in hand no counterfeit

Makes you wonder where they at

Talking all that shit

Went from Maine to Mass

Now I'm back

Pass the rock for the drake

Really thought I was gon let you pussies run it

Big mistake

If you try to cross me or my team

Pull out the tool screw in your face

It's Big Zap up on this bitch

If you gon try me catch a fade

Y'all really talking your bullshit when im out of state

Living balling and scheming

But as soon as I come back y'all be real quiet huh?

That don't fly around here

If you got something to say say it to my face

Better yet say it to my drake

You clowns don't got no chance now

I'm flaming y'all asses

You Really didn't have a chance before

But fuck it

Let's get it

Driving around late night

Got the Glock

It stays strapped to my seat

Might be snowing soon but borderboys move with the heat

Police profiling i'm clutching driving with Big T

I came a long way

From loan wolf now with the team

Don't know who they be

They might just be your friend report to me

I got this shit on lock

When someone acting up we chop with ease

I Pour that Four up dodge my feelings

Man that shit just ain't for me

The police down in mass

They be really looking for me

Get the calls up on the burner

Throw it in the street

When I need my trusty steed

I push to start that SRT

I swear my whip like Go-Go Gadget

It makes a smoke screen

The opps can hear me

But they really can't keep up with me

I pack the dead opps in my blunt and smoke exotic

That's on T

I'm thanking god for all my day ones

Chopping shit up with the Z

Let's go

Yeah

Zap

Zeus