Living It Lyrics

I just smoked a op pack I'm living it

Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since

Took it to the grave because he lives in it

Lost my brother young and I been spinning since

They say I got the block hot

Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed

Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot

Feds think that they got me hmm nah that is not I

Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high

Sky high like a rocket

Blast off to the top and ain't no way that they gon stop me

I got confidence but some would say that I am cocky

I speak Espanol and lil mami call me papi

And I be splashing her

Caught the sloppy while I'm driving almost crashed the car

Got a 26 on her head cause I'm no lacking boy

Yea I heard he sold his soul so we gon tax that boy

Yea he thought the score was even till they add it up

What's the score

I can't count it's high

Stepping with the demons sending angels to the sky

Heard ya bro was up there I can help you give high fives

Caught you staring you should never look a killer in his eyes

I just smoked a op pack I'm living it

Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since

Took it to the grave because he lives in it

Lost my brother young and I been spinning since

They say I got the block hot

Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed

Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot

Feds think that they got me, hmm nah that is not I

Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high

Jump jump

Shooting got em dancing

If I bring that comet then I bet that boy be prancer

Put a hollow in his socket I feel like a ghetto Santa

And I left his mom a present put his name right on a panda

This that good gas

Keep it in my pocket what's a book bag

Said he had a life now he a stone in grass you look at

hop up off that porch you gotta earn it ain't no hood pass

Said you wanted work then find a kitchen you could cook at

Whip it up

Damn this trap is hot

You act like a fiend whenever ops run in the spot

We can't have no witness they still put you in a box

We gon up the score then go tell ya moms to pick a plot

I just smoked a op pack I'm living it

Pulled up to his hood and I ain't seen em since

Took it to the grave because he lives in it

Lost my brother young and I been spinning since

They say I got the block hot

Put a barrel on his nose it got em cockeyed

Caught em overnight yea we cooked em like a crock pot

Feds think that they got me, hmm nah that is not I

Smoking on his pack yea and it got me sky high