Livin’ How I Want

(She ain't ever gon' find it, that's cuz it don't exist)

[Hook]
I be livin' how I want
Bitch don't ask me for nun, nigga don't ask me for fronts
You ain't smoking on exotic so don't pass me your blunt
Lil bitch looking for my heart, she going on a hunt
She ain't ever gon' find it, that's cuz it don't exist
I'm smoking on the finest weed, damn this shits exquisite
Choppa bout as tall as a midget, choppa make a nigga fidget
Can't talk bout' bands if you ain't got no digits
Can't talk to hoes cuz you ain't got no bitches

Huh, niggas really going out bad
Bitch keep texting me, saying she miss me, I'm like how sad
Thinking you can come back with no bands, I'm like how's that?
Every time she see me I'm with a new bitch, she having heart attacks
Niggas rocking old season designer, that shits artifacts
Hе might got a good flow, but I'm spitting harder tracks
That nigga might be signed, but just know I got hardеr tracks
All that nigga do is lie, he need to take off that starter cap
I don't know how he signed to that label
That nigga really broke, he can't even afford no cable
I'm stuck to the paper just like a fucking staple
Money counter so heavy, it almost broke the damn table
& I'm still riding beamers, I ain't ever had no Honda
Just took a gram dab, now I'm sweating like a sauna
But I can't get high cuz I got a high tolerance
Lil bitch said she wanna bless me, she wanna give me all her offerings
But I'm scrolling thru my options, bitch I got a lot to pick
When you see me posing for the gram, get a lot of pics
I'm might fuck around and take that lil bitch out
I can't send that nigga in the bank, I know he'll bitch out
Bitch keep texting me, I know she can't get over me
Keep sending me nudes but that shit's getting old to me
Might've known me back then, but that was the older me
Somehow got a text thru, this is what she told to me
She like, can we go back to the days how it was?
I'm like hell nah lil bitch, that shit is fucking done
She asking why'd I leave her, why I had to run
She begging me to stay with her, she wanna have my son
But I keep telling her

[Hook]
I be livin' how I want
Bitch don't ask me for nun, nigga don't ask me for fronts
You ain't smoking on exotic so don't pass me your blunt
Lil bitch looking for my heart, she going on a hunt
She ain't ever gon' find it, that's cuz it don't exist
I'm smoking on the finest weed, damn this shits exquisite