Lyrics
And niggas ain t tryin to fight fatz, now my car s fresh off the lot and hoes got low mileage
Keep a gun everywhere i go, i m just sayin though i m that bright
Livin fast and sip slow, can t stop this money marathon but they gonna try regardless
Spending cash to get mo, out the trunk of my blue cutlass with my back to slauson
Pistols in my stash one button make those eject, yeah that s right
Yeah so let s sip slow to this fast life, but it s cool cuz my stacks right if i m in the club then it s packed tight
Cause i did that and like 06 but they know this, 2a with my seat back with my window up Know, still cleaning up on the road
and i m so fly and i got no tints
Run a lap life, only ride to my own shit Hussle, keep a gun everywhere i go
thinking bout the funny niggas that done switched it up
livin fast and sip slow
But i m a real nigga so i don t bitch, riding round getting dough
Riding round getting dough, see i was on the road but i m back right
thinking bout the funny niggas that done switched it up
Living fast sip slow, and i m so fly and i got no tints
Lost everything and got back right, rich before rap got crack right, life is hard
We gonna do the same thing today and we passed out from last night, keep a gun everywhere i go, see i was on the road but i m back right
People lie but my stats right and in my last life i was a flash light, so tell me one good reason i should give a fuck
don t sleep cuz i won t slip
nigga don t eat
built my road to riches over lack of options
How i came put the city on my back no niggas cosign, yeah no shit
Self made i don t owe shit, but it s cool cuz my stacks right if i m in the club then it s packed tight, lost everything and got back right
Pistols in my stash one button make those eject, won t lose cause i won t quit
Gun everywhere i go, built my road to riches over lack of options They, yeah no shit
I m just sayin though i m that bright, my offence i got no kicks i don t touch guns i got no prints Nipsey, still cleaning up on the road
Still cleaning up on the road, run a lap life Hussle, people lie but my stats right and in my last life i was a flash light
Yeah so let s sip slow to this fast life, people lie but my stats right and in my last life i was a flash light
but it s a marathon
But just a few of us live that life you know first class, living fast sip slow They, keep a gun everywhere i go
guess i m just that type
Tmc this that right new shows booked and new tracks right, flying out getting paid 10 thousand a show Know, that s right
Pistols in my stash one button make those eject, still cleaning up on the road
But just a few of us live that life you know first class, my offence i got no kicks i don t touch guns i got no prints Hussle, my young nigga homie got that flight
That s right, plus i got the pink slips to the foreign shit that i be drivin
Yeah no shit, only ride to my own shit Know, that s right
thinking bout the funny niggas that done switched it up
when you go as hard as hussle they gonna pay you homage
And got racks right yeah, out the trunk of my blue cutlass with my back to slauson
