LIF3 Lyrics

Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah

I'm up late night, tryna make some shake

Bad Spanish bitch, oh yeah, ole

I can fuck with you once and I'm gone next day

Fuck all of the world, I just love to hate

I ain't sweet, bitch, but I love lemonade

Can't lie, I love it when she sayin' my name

I got zero respect for that bitch, just like Dame

I swear to God that me and you not the same

Airpods in, bitch, I'm listenin' to me

I love to listen to my motherfuckin' unreleased

Yeah free the slime, bitch, I'm still pushin' P

Put drip on my wrist like it's the coral reef

I swear that nobody be better than me

I know he ain't better than me

Designer my pants and my tee

Nobody really be realer than me

I always keep this shit a buck

I really don't give any fucks

Be transparent, come and tell me what's up

That bitch wanna fuck me, but I gotta leave

Everything we had, throw it away, bitch, I be pressin' on the button, delete

I'm creatin' my own world, fightin' the monsters off, bitch not gon' lie, I feel like I'm Steve

They fuck with their blue jeans, I have the black jeans, put that shit on before I go leave

One day you gon' see

That nobody can handle me

Fuck about no bad bitch

Ain't really nobody who's badder than me

I feel like a bad bitch

The way I'm respondin' to nobody

Don't try to call me

Cause I ain't finna go and answer this shit

If you text, I've seen it

But I ain't really gonna read all that

I just gotta clear my mind

I needed two watches, need time

Tell me what you really see in me

This shit is way deeper than just my appearance

I got a lot of people to go thank

But I don't thank none is greater than either my parents

And I don't say thank you a lot

But when I say that shit, I mean it a lot

I got a lot of hate inside of me

Shout out Teasdale, you made me a beast

But you a pussy lil' bitch, and I'll still drop your ass

Shout out my cousin, bitch, I dropped his ass

Like, where is you at

Bitch, I'm up late night, countin' the cash

3 a.m. and I'm still touchin' racks

Fuck Eli, I heard that bitch is real fat

And fuck my grandfather, you really a bitch

And Vanderbrink, he really think he the shit

Shout out Perez, he really my kid

I flex on a bitch, I jump out the gym

Shout out to Storen, you live like it's Sims

I got that new girl, stuck on my hip

My old girl, that bitch was really a miss

Burke acting gay, he was tryna kiss

Hofman why you on my dick

Yo, G-Bonky, you need to hop on this shit

Shout out to Motto, I ain't dissin' him

But fuck it, T-Sherman, it's really a bot

Yo, McAvan and Bam, I love you a lot

Yo, Salazar, shut up, you talkin' a lot

I might just have to go and add to the block list

I'm really the topic

Around the world, you could ask Bock

They listen in Germany, believe it or not

My crutch is this music, I feel like I'm Dom

He got a big head, but, shout out Malon

And I'm putting real shit into a song