Live Up To the Hype

Uh (BNYX)

Young Jefe, homes

Yeah

Grab that pistol tight, same shit, different night

These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we're living like

That booty is super soft, that thing be sitting high

I had to cut her off because I wasn't feeling right

And no, I've never been the type to live up to the hype

I promise, long as they put money I'ma be a alright

And no, I've never been the type to live up to the hype

Yeah, I'm just talking all this G shit, I ain't have to write

Okay, Glock on Tupac and Pac is on Biggie

Send them hittas to your block and they gon' drop a buck fifty

Fuck you mean, you ain't heard of me

Bitch it's Glizzy, Glizzy

You remember me you were swerving me

Now bitch, show me your titties (Skrrt)

Had to fast forward to a badder bitch

Stamps on my passport, places you ain't never been

Check my watch (Hunnid bands)

That's a Skeleton (Goddamn)

Go ask the block, I'm a veteran

Betterments, you call it betterments

Girl, you irrelevant, I want a better friend

Anthony Davis in the paint fly like a pelican

I take drink my medicine

Yeah, I'm so elegant

Grab that pistol tight, same shit, different night

These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we're living like

That booty is super soft, that thing be sitting high

I had to cut her off because I wasn't feeling right

And no, I've never been the type to live up to the hype

I promise, long as they put money I'ma be a alright

And no, I've never been the type to live up to the hype

Yeah, I'm just talking all this G shit, I ain't have to write

Uh oh, here I go (Here I go)

They're tryna front, but they ain't know (Bitch, you know)

Your favorite rapper, he a hoe (He a hoe)

Yeah, I'm a trapper, that till I go

I want your bitch, yeah, that's my hoe

I'm sending hits from up the road

I never told, won't sell my soul

****, is you with this shit? 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 **** be on get back

We was in a kickback listening to Dipset

A **** had to get rack, I ain't with the chit-chat

Grab that pistol tight, same shit, different night

These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we're living like

That booty is super soft, that thing be sitting high

I had to cut her off because I wasn't feeling right

And no, I've never been the type to live up to the hype

I promise, long as they put money I'ma be a alright (On God)

And no, I've never been the type to live up to the hype

Yeah, I'm just talking all this G shit, I ain't have to write (For life)