Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How I'm Living, artist - Quin Nfn. Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Song language: English
How I'm Living |
| 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) |