Livin' It - Flipp Dinero

Ay, real trap…

Skrt, skrt, skrt

Real trap- yeah, yeah, yeah

Real trap nigga, I can’t fold, but K

Real trap- K

Real trap nigga, I can’t fold

Real trap nigga, on my self

Real trap nigga, ice on froze

Real trap nigga, four by four

Ice on- yeah, ice on cold

Part on my hip, that’s my pole

Countin' up figures, I just count more

Countin' up figures, I want more

Yeah, yeah

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, steps, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, uh,, 'member them days I was nothin' but

Yeah, countin' them hundreds, bitch ain’t no bluffin', turned it to somethin'

Uh, yeah, I’m tryna fuck you, shawty I’m bustin' end of dicussion

Uh, yeah, I was the youngin', was hustlin'

Thinkin' 'bout life I ain’t really have nothin'

Yeah, 'member these niggas was buggin', now I say thank you to God 'cause I’m

thumbin'

Yeah, hunnids I get and then count 'em it’s nothin'

Niggas they hate how I came up from nothin'

Sippin' on drank 'cause it help with my function

I’m off the xannies and whole bunch of fuck shit

I’ma just stick to the cards, I’m with the money you see in the focus

I got no love for no fuck niggas, I live to myself then

I cannot live with no hoe, I want the money, I’m sippin' on Pour-Tec

I cannot live with my foe, I cannot trust 'em the reason I’m focused

Real trap nigga, I can’t fold

Real trap nigga, on my self

Real trap nigga, ice on froze

Real trap nigga, four by four

Ice on- yeah, ice on cold

Part on my hip, that’s my pole

Countin' up figures, I just count more

Countin' up figures, I want more

Yeah, yeah

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, uh, punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, watchin' me flexin', I’m stuntin'

Watch how they plottin' on Flipp when he stuntin'

Yeah, watch how this 38 bustin'

Nigga run up on me, that’s end of discussion

Yeah, niggas be all on that fuck shit

Flippin' the top,

Yeah, I don’t give a fuck 'bout assumptions

Niggas want smoke, come to the functions

Yeah, niggas will pull up extendo

out the window

Yeah, smokin' the blunt, yeah the endo

Plottin' the ways I could live with my kinfolk

Yeah, while I pop like a pimple

Shawty wan' fuck, I might dabble a little

Yeah, livin' this life it ain’t simple

Whippin' the foreign like this shit a rental

Real trap nigga, I can’t fold

Real trap nigga, on my self

Real trap nigga, ice on froze

Real trap nigga, four by four

Ice on- yeah, ice on cold

Part on my hip, that’s my pole

Countin' up figures, I just count more

Countin' up figures, I want more

Yeah, yeah

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Livin' this life with your soul

Punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, uh, punt in the door, cookin' up makin' the steps

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, ay

Yeah, yeah, ay

Yeah, yeah, ay

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