Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live Szn , by - Smiley_61stRelease date: 21.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live Szn |
| I just woke up a new guy |
| Kickin' out bitches like bye |
| Tell that nigga to buy |
| If he ain’t got money then bye |
| He tried to buy with a five |
| What? |
| How? |
| I put my nine to his five |
| Tell him to work for my guys |
| Look at me right in the eyes |
| Last thing you want is a smile |
| Homie ain’t tellin' no lies |
| Runnin' up a cheque up like bye |
| Look at me right in the eyes |
| MK ain’t tellin' no lies |
| Always rollin' with that thing tucked |
| So much money like I robbed a brinks truck |
| Can’t do it if it don’t go my way |
| If you don’t bring cash then bye bae |
| 'Cause we don’t have time to be wastin' |
| There’s too much money to be chasin' |
| All we do is for profit |
| If you have none then you lost it |
| I strapped up, then I got a boss bitch |
| You ridin' out so nigga why you nauseous |
| Look me right in the eyes |
| See the pain in my eye |
| Young nigga struggled to survive |
| All that bad time made me a new guy |
| Niggas hate, this new kid ain’t too live |
| I’m grippin', diddy boppin' all on your side |
| I’m puttin' fear into you all of you guys |
| These niggas can’t sleep, i’m all on their mind |
| They worry 'bout me i’m worried bout my 9 |
| I gotta make certain song point, yeah it’s ready to fire |
| These niggas hate 'cause I am the guy |
| These niggas hate 'cause i’m ready to ride |
| I pull up on his block, two shots, yeah I fire |
| I got my opp neck tied by a wire |
| Flamin' shit like I started a fire |
| You need 'em gone then i’m ready for hire |
| Niggas can’t see i’m all up in their dreams |
| All they hearin' is the scopes and the beams |
| Wit' a thirty, like |
| I’m shootin' shit without a blue and gold jersey |
| Woke up a new guy, kickin' bitches out |
| Wit' all y’all on my ass why I take a different route |
| Talkin' all that shit, tell me what’s that shit’s about |
| We the live guy, show you who the sickest out |
| Normal five tints, no licence |
| We gon' hop out the whip when we drive in |
| Whip slidin', couple live men |
| We doin' the dash past sirens |
| No trappin' this week, we ridin' |
| Three blocks, one week, cut the tirin' |
| Don’t try it, don’t try me |
| We pull up, get it in no ID |
| I just woke up a new guy |
| Kickin' out bitches like bye |
| If he don’t got money then bye |
| Tell a lil' nigga to buy |
| He tried to buy with a five |
| What? |
| How? |
| I put my nine to his five |
| Tell 'em to work for my guys |
| Look me right into my eyes |
| Last thing you want is a smile |
| Smiley ain’t tellin' no lies |
| We run up a cheque up like bye |
| We run up a cheque up like bye |
| We run up a cheque up like bye |
| We run up a cheque up like bye |
| We run up a cheque up like bye |