Dont Live Twice (Pop out) Lyrics

Pop out with your bestie, bitch you lit, I like that

Pop out with my crew, maneuver smooth, know how we do

Came from chicken noodle soup, now the Lambo, it's a coupe

Bitch got turbo, we gon' shoot, forgot to mention ain't got no roof

Bitch, and my bitch in ruth's Chris, in Balenciaga suits

And you better watch your step, you scuff my boots, I step on you

Give me my loot, I built these boys up, no Fortnite, this real life, I need my stripes

I got my pipe tucked and my heart is on ice, we don't live twice

First off, we don't live twice, that's just cause we live forever

Stack that paper till I fall, show them folks I'm coming better

I'm having cheese, I don't post cheddar, I am a king, where's my Coretta

Don't play with me, I just might pull out Beretta

I am a made man, I come from the gutter, I am a made man, I come from the gutter

I ain't no cop, but I cannot count all the times that I had that lil' bitch undercover

She giving me top, I'm losing my socks, now that I'm juiced

I feel like Tupac, I'm getting my guap, not losing my spot

When you all the way down, only way is the top, I hit her with blues

Now she feel like Chrisean, know that I risk it all just for the squad

Know that I risk it all just for the team, know that they want us to hit a downfall

Stack it all up and that's by any means, never kicking the cup, never done with the lean

Pop out white tee & my Air Force Supreme, in my pocket a rocket, I got it on me

And I'm living too fast, cannot look back on my past

I gotta get to the future, putting all in your anger in fingers

These niggas should catch domestics, for beating computers

Got the same name as my dad, what does that mean

You better watch out for Junior, feeling like I am Lil Uzi, back up in 6th grade

I fell in love with my tutor, pop out with your bestie, bitch you lit, I like that

Pop out with my crew, maneuver smooth, know how we do

Came from chicken noodle soup, now the Lambo is a coupe

Bitch got turbo, we gon' shoot, forgot to mention ain't got no roof

Bitch and my bitch in Ruth's Chris, in Balenciaga suits

And you better watch your step, you scuff my boots, I step on you

Give me my loot, I built these boys up, no Fortnite, this real life, I need my stripes

I got my pipe tucked and my heart is on ice, we don't live twice