Текст Flipp Dinero – Livin’ It
Текст:
Ay, real trap…
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Real trap- yeah, yeah, yeah
Real trap nigga, I can’t fold, but K
Real trap nigga, I can’t fold
Real trap nigga, on my self
Real trap nigga, ice on froze
Real trap nigga, four by four
Ice on- yeah, ice on cold
Part on my hip, that’s my pole
Countin’ up figures, I just count more
Countin’ up figures, I want more
Yeah, yeah
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Punt in the door, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, punt in the door, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, steps, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, uh,
?, ‘member them days I was nothin’ but
Yeah, countin’ them hundreds, bitch ain’t no bluffin’, turned it to somethin’
Uh, yeah, I’m tryna fuck you, shawty I’m bustin’ end of dicussion
Uh, yeah, I was the youngin’, was hustlin’
Thinkin’ ’bout life I ain’t really have nothin’
Yeah, ‘member these niggas was buggin’, now I say thank you to God ’cause I’m thumbin’
Yeah, hunnids I get and then count ’em it’s nothin’
Niggas they hate how I came up from nothin’
I’m off the xannies and whole bunch of fuck shit
I’ma just stick to the cards, I’m with the money you see in the focus
I got no love for no fuck niggas
?, I live to myself then
I cannot live with no hoe, I want the money, I’m sippin’ on Pour-Tec
I cannot live with my foe, I cannot trust ’em the reason I’m focused
Real trap nigga, I can’t fold
Real trap nigga, on my self
Real trap nigga, ice on froze
Real trap nigga, four by four
Ice on- yeah, ice on cold
Part on my hip, that’s my pole
Countin’ up figures, I just count more
Countin’ up figures, I want more
Yeah, yeah
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Punt in the door, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, uh, punt in the door, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, watchin’ me flexin’, I’m stuntin’
Watch how they plottin’ on Flipp when he stuntin’
Yeah, watch how this 38 bustin’
Nigga run up on me, that’s end of discussion
Yeah, niggas be all on that fuck shit
Flippin’ the top,
?
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck ’bout assumptions
Niggas want smoke, come to the functions
Yeah, niggas will pull up extendo
?
out the window
Yeah, smokin’ the blunt, yeah the endo
Plottin’ the ways I could live with my kinfolk
Yeah, while I pop like a pimple
Shawty wan’ fuck, I might dabble a little
Yeah, livin’ this life it ain’t simple
Whippin’ the foreign like this shit a rental
Real trap nigga, I can’t fold
Real trap nigga, on my self
Real trap nigga, ice on froze
Real trap nigga, four by four
Ice on- yeah, ice on cold
Part on my hip, that’s my pole
Countin’ up figures, I just count more
Countin’ up figures, I want more
Yeah, yeah
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Livin’ this life with your soul
Punt in the door, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, uh, punt in the door, cookin’ up makin’ the steps
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah, ay
Yeah, yeah, ay
With the gang