Lifestyle Lyrics by $olito
My momma’s begging me, “please stop trapping”
Just made twenty bands, i ain’t even seen a brick
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My momma’s begging me, “please stop trapping”
Just made twenty bands, i ain’t even seen a brick
Brr
Fly like a motherf#ckin’ bird
Move that work, I’ll still go to heaven
I think I have a drug obsession
They be like, “why you talk like that?” i be like, “you ain’t got no bands”
Hoe, i cannot be yo mans, she hit my line on telegram
Ain’t fit in with my surroundings
Momma say I’m doin’ wrong things
It’s murder on my mind, i f#cked around and bought a nine
Cuz i can’t let nobody take my life, that sh#t is mine