How I’m Living lyrics

[Intro]
Smash Bros
Ayy, hold on, ayy

[Chorus]
These hoes want to see how I'm livin' (Gang)
Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my di*k
Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on)
If you not in your bag, n*gga, get off your di*k
If you not on your sh*t then you're trippin' (On gang)
Little bro with the sh*ts, he just bought a new stick
But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah)
All of my n*ggas be searchin' for opps in the city
They move, b*tch, you know they is not in the city
I make a mil' like I'm Meek but I'm not up in Philly
And all of my shottas come with me (Grrrrah)
I'm searchin' for opps like I brought some binoculars with me
The Glock got a stock and a .50 (Bop bop)
Came out the mud to the hills, ain't no stoppin' me really
New Balenciaga's are fittin' (I'm on it)

[Verse]
Won't ever stop at the top 'til I'm drivin' a Bentley (Skrrt)
Glock need a top for the titties
She think she givin' me top but she toppin' the glizzy
New drop real wock, not Henny (Gang, gang)
Runnin' from cops on the block, b*tch, you not finna get me
Go slide with the mop 'til it's empty (Grrrrah)
They trippin' on bro 'cause they know they not finna feel me
On point, b*tch, you not finna kill me
These n*ggas pus*y these n*ggas ain't fit for the pressure
b*tch, I keep a stick for the pressure (A stick)
New pocket rocket, I got it to fit in the sweater
My young n*gga blitz on whatever
b*tch, you down bad on your di*k, you better get it together
NFN sh*t is forever (On gang)
Came out the four, there's a ho tryna stick it together
Now we livin' better forever (Gang, on gang, hold on)
[Chorus]
These hoes want to see how I'm livin' (Gang)
Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my di*k
Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on)
If you not in your bag, n*gga, get off your di*k
If you not on your sh*t then you're trippin' (On gang)
Little bro with the sh*ts, he just bought a new stick
But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah)
All of my n*ggas be searchin' for opps in the city
They move, b*tch, you know they is not in the city
I make a mil' like I'm Meek but I'm not up in Philly
And all of my shottas come with me (Grrrrah)
I'm searchin' for opps like I brought some binoculars with me
The Glock got a stock and a .50 (Bop bop)
Came out the mud to the hills, ain't no stoppin' me really
New Balenciaga's are fittin' (I'm on it)