In This Life Lyrics

Don't give a fuck bout a bitch

Move wit my bros and stay making em hits

You talk out yo mouth when you not with the shits

Fuck is they talking bout

They tryna mock me now

It could get tricky

So stay wita blicky

Just like a corner back they tryna pick me

But they'll never get me

Life will get risky

They only run up if you let em

And blood be leaking out his denim

These bullets I swear that they dent em

Spot em we got em go get him

Do do do do

Like that shit is a rhythm

Get to the bag but im still gon kill em

I drill em i fill em with bullets

Upping that toolie I shoot it

Off of the x and my homies stay vooted

Stackin a rack in the back of bag

If he want smoke then we grip on that mag

I think you forgot

Being curious your way up to god

Don't look that way

Stay in yo place

Or it be you who get hit in the face

12 Flash lights so im doing the race

Fuck about god i guide my own way

Saying he real then show me

Where was he at when they killed my lil homie

That was My Day 1 that was My broski

He sure as hell aint there when im drillin the opps tho

Roll down the window and fafafa through they block hoe

Say you my homie I cant even trust you

And shoutout my fans yeah I love you

And you supposed to be my friend vro

She said it was us till the end tho

Cant trust my homies or these hoes

They really pussy and it shows

He Talking on twitter where he at now

His pack be real loud

Bad lil bitch she a shooter

Wishing you me you a loser

I'm fuckiin yo bitch u gon lose her

Word to xx these bitches wan fuck on me

Suck on me

40 Be tucked on me

Never try jumping me

Bullets get dumping b

Catch em in traffic

Get tragic

Lil homie you dont want static

shotty gon flip em gymnastics

Turn em into an acrobatic

Send em up high not talkin bout attic

Don't give a fuck bout a bitch

Move wit my bros and stay making em hits

You talk out yo mouth when you not with the shits

Fuck is they talking bout

They tryna mock me now

It could get tricky

So stay wita blicky

Just like a corner back they tryna pick me

But they'll never get me

Life will get risky

They only run up if you let em

And blood be leaking out his denim

These bullets I swear that they dent em

Spot em we got em go get him

Do do do do

Like that shit is a rhythm

Get to the bag but im still gon kill em

I drill em i fill em with bullets

Upping that toolie I shoot it