Past Life Lyrics

In my past life cooking up dope (Cookin' dope)

Drivin' the beamer real slow (Real slow)

I know this is what I'm made for (Made for)

Going on to the next show (Next show, next show)

You know I fuck with no hoe (No hoes)

Chains on my neck, they glow (They glow, they glow)

You know I got a lotta dough (Cash, cash, cash)

Shawty bad from head to her toes (Her toes)

In my past life cooking up dope (Cookin' dope)

Drivin' the beamer real slow (I do that shit)

I know this is what I'm made for (I'm made for it)

Going on to the next show (My next show)

You know I fuck with no hoe (Ion do that shit)

Chains on my neck, they glow (Glow, glow, glow)

You know I got a lotta dough (Dough, dough, dough)

Shawty bad from head to her toes (Head to her toes)

Life been rough but I'm ready

Ready for it to get steady

You know I got bready

So give me the heady heady

GLE, AMG, coupe so mean

My coupe so mean

Quit talkin' through the screen

Fuck with me, we make a scene

Fuck with me, we make a scene (Brrr)

Bullets will make you scream (Bah)

All y'all be screen talkers

We be body walkers (We do)

Ridin' with a .22

Wait, double that (.44)

Telling me he didn't die

Wait, run it back (Yuh)

You know I ride with cash

Wait, who said that? (Huh?)

Got a new black Lambo

The paint is matte (Yuh)

No one understands me

It's like a constant debate (It is)

I got two watches on

I still come in late (How?)

Quarter million in diamonds

But I still ain't scared (Nah)

Got a auto handgun

Promise you won't be spared (Grrr)

Long clips in all the guns

We don't ever hide (Nah)

Pop out at all y'all parties

Better run and hide (Bah, bah, bah)

Don't underestimate us

We'll have mothers crying (We will)

I swear on my life

Y'all will be dyin' (You will)

I ain't ever lyin'

We ain't the ones dyin' (We ain't)

All y'all be real spyin'

Come on, stop tryin' (Ha ha)

Life been rough but I'm ready

Ready for it to get steady

You know I got bready

So give me the heady heady

GLE, AMG, coupe so mean

My coupe so mean

Quit talkin' through the screen

Fuck with me, we make a scene

In my past life cooking up dope (Cookin' dope)

Drivin' the beamer real slow (Real slow)

I know this is what I'm made for (Made for)

Going on to the next show (Next show, next show)

You know I fuck with no hoe (No hoes)

Chains on my neck, they glow (They glow, they glow)

You know I got a lotta dough (Cash, cash, cash)

Shawty bad from head to her toes (Head to her toes)