How I'm Living - Quin Nfn

Smash Bros

Ayy, hold on, ayy

These hoes want to see how I’m livin' (Gang)

Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my dick

Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on)

If you not in your bag, nigga, get off your dick

If you not on your shit then you’re trippin' (On gang)

Little bro with the shits, he just bought a new stick

But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah)

All of my niggas be searchin' for opps in the city

They move, bitch, 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)

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, bitch, 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, bitch, you not finna kill me

These niggas pussy these niggas ain’t fit for the pressure

Bitch, I keep a stick for the pressure (A stick)

New pocket rocket, I got it to fit in the sweater

My young nigga blitz on whatever

Bitch, you down bad on your dick, you better get it together

NFN shit 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)

These hoes want to see how I’m livin' (Gang)

Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my dick

Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on)

If you not in your bag, nigga, get off your dick

If you not on your shit then you’re trippin' (On gang)

Little bro with the shits, he just bought a new stick

But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah)

All of my niggas be searchin' for opps in the city

They move, bitch, 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)