My nigga, my nigga I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' nigga Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas I've been grindin outside all day with my niggas My nigga, my nigga (my nigga, my

I don't want the life you live (I'm not) All the things they said around me (like you) I'm not like you I don't want to die in this (I'm not) I don't want no fucking kids (like you) I just want some happiness To live a normal life again (ah) Slip right

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this

I ride foreign cars, ooh I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar I ride foreign cars, yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ooh Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ooh Pull up to the strip, ooh

I'm only ever trying to help you Baby you braved it I understand you had a bad day and shit So I say something dumb as fuck And luckily it gives you a facelift But really I couldn't take it Especially when the volume is raising Like, she came in the room

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key Hated on by most

I just swallow the pain And always will And like nothing has changed or ever will It seems like I'm going insane Getting farther and farther everyday Welcome to a day in my life Welcome to a day in my fucking life! That's not what I was promised That's

I don't give a fuck One day imma let you see that I don't give a fuck Just leave me in the back You really do love your friends more than me Go ahead and go out with your friends Keep spending my ins All I'm gonna do is win That's fucked up

Blame it on the streets Don't blame my mama Don't blame my liquor Shootouts in broad daylight, South Central zoo life Young nigga goin' hard, hustle all night Mama prayin', tellin' God I don't live right Fuck right, go left, catch a damn strike Felonies

I lied, I lied, I lied I know I told you I stopped slanging yay, strapped everyday All the hoes say I'm fucking, every time I said I wasn't, only you that I be fucking Nah I ain't seen nothing, nah I ain't hear nothing, want to talk to my lawyer I swear