Get It How You Live (December) lyrics

[Intro: Robb Bank$ & Cadie Campbell]
Sure
Happy, happier

[Verse: Robb Bank$]
I'm back up in this thing with your b*tch all on my di*k
From Tuesday through Sunday I'm running through your crib
Cut the veins off that tree right and smoke it to a clip
Skinny n*gga sh*t, I keep that gold up in your b*tch
pus*y n*ggas catch a bad one, your mixtape only good to ash on
And you still trynna figure out my 4th bar?
f*ck n*gga, it's a Magnum
A deal, I still don't got that
My ex is still on call back
And sh*t just gon' get worse, so I whip that hearse and my b*tch wear all black
It's a difference
And n*ggas still don't know that behind the scenes, on the mouth that they be kissing
They ain't finna tell you what they 'bout to get into
b*tch 'bout to leave for college come winter, so
Tell me where I fit in
VIP parties, ones you can't get in
The way her new man's staring at my new b*tches
Counting all this new money, singing 'bout these old women (sure)
I mean everything except the last part
Took the pain away and sh*t I probably wouldn't ask for it
I'm long gone when n*ggas need someone to turn to
All my freetime goes to a Lily Thai (?), it acts just like a Squirtle
Might as well cop the pack from the way that I'm coppin' loosies
And she hold the pop kiss like the end of a Disney movie
And I'm casting for a porno where the actors don't charge me
My protagonist's a Misty looking b*tch, screaming "star me!"
I let her catch my pokeballs, but if she didn't notice me
I still got shones wanting to be Misty to my Togepi
Now tell me how much flashbacks your ass just got
I bet you feel violated like I blew up your spot
You see I know your every thought, you a simple ass n*gga
And that's real you lil' b*tch, I can't get no cash with you
I cure my cottonmouth with that prometh and codeine
And when I'm with my goon friends just act like you don't know me
That paisely pullover, hood on, like I stole it
I got 1 beer, and 2 loosies, I promise that I'm golden
Is it wrong that my old sh*t sound like today's new sh*t?
I done rapped about my hair and my clothes, that sh*t stupid
I done rapped and lived about all that you ever dreamt it n*gga
And only 17 years, so who's better n*gga?
I'm y'all's evolved form, but you act like you don't wan' believe that sh*t
Scraight like that, first paycheck, first thing I copped was 2 sets of 6
Never been too persuasive, exes leave and needin' replacements
And if you f*ck n*ggas is listening, I'm begging you don't say sh*t
'Fore you make a n*gga mask up like you contagious
Or like we starring in Contagion, n*gga
(Happy)

And all these hoes want boyfriends, when the last thing I need is more ties
Got no more time to myself, living all these separate lives
I take a side and let the smoke out and the air waves
I'm with a red bone, on an airplane
And all of this was daydreams, but I took my mental health day
And I'm smoking in front of children, loitering in front of your building
With your girl, 8 inches deep
Missionary, (praying) hoping I feel sh*t
My old b*tch all on my mind, I'm thinking== back when sh*t was so easy
Lately I'm starting to question myself, like she wasn't in the wrong to just up and leave me
But this song ain't for her, I ain't gon' give her that pleasure
I wonder if her new n*gga giving her any pleasure
It's whether the world gon' listen to a n*gga right now or later
'Till then, I got a b*tch that's like my creative player
And she live out in Jamaica boy, that's my lil' thing
She put that lime in the coconut, prometh in a Ting
And I'm all off instincts, no thinking, just acting
Prolly why she like me, aspiring to be an actress
Boy, I had went through them chapters, now that sh*t is done
I'm buying houses, ask that realtor if I could pay her income
Knock the cherry out the blunt, right before I clip it
Slice the cherry in your b*tch, I roll a bliz and then I'm dippin'
I been bumping too much of that rubberband business
If I said it, then I meant it
OBP until the ending, b*tch
Yea if I said it then I meant it n*gga, OBP until the ending n*gga
If I said it then I meant it b*tch, sure sure sure.. sure
(SS in this sh*t, I f*ck your b*tch, all my n*ggas get it how we live
Run through your crib, I'll take your grip, mo'f*cka get it how you live)

Yea, get it how you live
Get it how you live
f*ck n*gga, get it how you live
Get it how you live

(Skinny young n*gga and I'm finer than my b*tch
I'm in the bathroom of your condo, not wiping after I p*ss, b*tch)

After I p*ss, b*tch
All on my di*k, b*tch
Yea, not wiping after I p*ss, b*tch
I leave your crib, and your b*tch still all on my di*k, b*tch