Live Up To the Hype lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
BNYX
Young Jefe, Holmes, yeah

[Chorus]
Grab that pistol tight, same sh*t different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we livin' like
That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off because I wasn't feelin' right
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise, long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G sh*t, I ain't have to write

[Verse]
Okay, Glock on 2Pac and pockets on Biggie
Send them hittas to your block and they gone drop a buck fifty
f*ck you mean, you ain't heard of me
b*tch, it's Glizzy Glizzy
Yeah, you remember you was swervin' me
Now b*tch show me your titties
Had to fast forward to a badder b*tch
Stamps on my passport, places you ain't never been
Check my watch, that's a skeleton
Go ask the block, I'm a veteran
Vete-Mahns… you call it Vetements
Girl, you irrelevant
I want the better friend
Anthony Davis in the paint, fly like a pelican
I drink my medicine
Yeah, I'm so elegant
[Chorus]
Grab that pistol tight, same sh*t different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we livin' like
That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off because I wasn't feelin' right
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise, long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G sh*t, I ain't have to write

[Verse 2]
Uh, oh, here I go
They tryna front like they ain't know
Your favorite rapper, he a hoe
Yeah, I'm a trapper, that's 'til I go
I'm with your b*tch, yeah that's my hoe
I'm sending hits, from up the road
I never told, won't sell my soul
n*gga, is you with the sh*t, promise me you'll never fold
Remember I went in his spot and brung a half a brick back
Then I had to click-clack cause n*ggas be on get back
We was in a kickback, listening to Dipset
A n*gga had to get rack, I ain't with the chit-chat

[Chorus]
Grab that pistol tight, same sh*t different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we livin' like
That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off because I wasn't feelin' right
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise, long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G sh*t, I ain't have to write