K. Swisha - How We Livin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Hop] They want to see a n***a feel, so they gon' set me up But I just keep spending money, it always double up Free the real ones out the pen, I keep my prayers up She said she wanted Chanel, and I told her maybe not I only hang with the realest, TF, we in the building I got my glizzy in the tuck, yeah it'll k** a n***a I want the money, the money, and I just want the money sh**, I got a lot of love, but not like for the money I got some weed rolled in the Back, while I'm sippin' Act I get them texts like "Wya", I don't forget my strap See, they just want a youngin' dead because I'm getting fed Yeah, they got bread up on my head, but that ain't in my head Yeah, a n***a getting fat, but that ain't where I'm at I'm in the Lincoln getting neck, right up in the back f**ed her on the waterbed, she open up them legs She said, "Come here and give me head" Nah b**h, you give me head! I put that sauce up in my drink and I fly to the moon I'm watching news and eating Shrooms right in my bedroom p**y, p**y, that's p**y for p**y In the bank, I'm eating cookies while I'm counting cookies So I pray to God I live to see another day While my eyes roll back from smoking all that haze Rocking all black, they ask and I just tell 'em Bape [Verse 2: Dave Wick] Is it our fault, 'cause the way that we living? I think the government was a way just to sway our decision They put that coke in my community, my brothers in prison But if them people try to catch me, Jigaboo over fences I love this life that I'm living, ayy 'Cause nothing is given, ayy I trap with my n***as, ayy Go get it, yeah every day If my n***as, they ain't got it, then they gonna find a way Won't trap like them other boys, 'cause I'm tryna get it, ayy [Verse 3: NyQuil] It ain't no more trippin', trappin' I been sippin', dippin', dabbin' Rippin' hits and rapping Hitting licks on anyone who lackin' Don't you ever try to run up if none you mothaf**as packin' Attackin', clap clap, we snappin' We living just like a movie, and all my squad yeah we Actin Got Oscars up in the trap, and the Golden Globe's on the dash It's an ocean up on the track, I stay frozen, my wrist on flash No emotion, I'm overdosin' Got potent sh** in the Back And we smoking O's of the pack We be blowing until we crash I'm just hoping that we don't crash That's his girl, yeah, but he don't smash I just leave that hoe in the trash, yeah yeah