fr33styl3 ft. isaiahfromearth Lyrics

Imma southern-made loud mouth

Play like 25 out

If you on my line, ain't bout no work

Then what we talkin' bout?

24/365

Do what it takes to survive

Niggas ain't livin like me

Death couldn't take me alive

Full blown pariah

Yes an outkast

They mighta did it for the moment

But I'm here to last

Pushin' da issue

To push da gas

I need some big booty bitches

A beach-house pad

Wrap it un in Glad bags

Where I'm from, it ain't no love

They shootin' shit like Baghdad

One inna head I gots to have

Why would you

Call out an introvert

Talkin' my shit what's

Wrong wit dat

Fuck and I swear I

Won't call her back

I popped off when I

Touched the Mac

Snapped outta my sleep

Dripped in cold sweat

Bittersweet dreams

Money schemes but

Demons still after me

Actually I'm movin' vigilant

The written risks ain't shit

When you gotta get up and get it

I got soulful 16s

Hooks that'll draw

The fishy bitches wit extensions

Ask ya homegirl, cause she's a witness

Niggas beef over pussy

And that's a bitch move

Steppin' in the wrong shit

I'm the one you look up to

If granny saw me now she'd ask me

"What you sin fo?" because I spent more?

What you got dat fuckin' tint fo?

I'm bent rollin' blizzys

Wit my truffle, Lindor, chocolate

Ha sloppy is preposterous

My common sense is knowledge

Long as my dollars make cents

I made promises to past loves

2016, Ian seen shawty since

Well damn, ain't that some shit

Life's a bitch so I dress her up

Take her out and fuck ha out ha kicks

Mad quick, fast split, cash flip

Ashin' half spliffs, that's a class trip

Heard it's lonely at the top

I'm glad that Ian mad rich

I'm glad that Ian have shit uh

But lately I been havin' shit