F.O.B. lyrics

[Chorus]
Ain't this life so fun?
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one
I'm a villain, yeah
Fallin' out of lo-love with all these women, yeah
When sh*t get stressful, I'm grippin' on my lil' metal, yeah (My metal)
b*tch'll let me f*ck if I ask her, yeah (If I asked her)
Standin' at the alter, I'm a pastor (Pastor)
Neglect my kids and call 'em bast*rds, yeah (bast*rds)
Sick in the mind, sick, but I'm fine, yeah (Sick, but I'm fine)
I'm comin' for it, I'm takin' what's mine

[Verse 1]
We don't f*ck with critics
We don't talk that businеss, yeah
Family-oriented businеss
b*tch wanna have my children
Rino don't do all the gimmicks
This really how I'm livin'
Boot up, I'm throwed off the Henny
Suit up, I'm ridin' in a Bentley
Ask me how I'm feelin', I'm tryna get me these millions
Factory diamonds, my bezels crushed, n*ggas can't f*ck with us
You don't really listen when I tell you much, that's why your ass be stuck
I don't really do all the fuss, step on 'em like a bug
[Chorus]
Ain't this life so fun?
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one
I'm a villain, yeah
Fallin' out of lo-love with all these women, yeah
When sh*t get stressful, I'm grippin' on my lil' metal, yeah (My metal)
b*tch'll let me f*ck if I ask her, yeah (If I asked her)
Standin' at the alter, I'm a pastor (Pastor)
Neglect my kids and call 'em bast*rds, yeah (bast*rds)
Sick in the mind, sick, but I'm fine, yeah (Sick, but I'm fine)
I'm comin' for it, I'm takin' what's mine

[Verse 2]
In a Rolls Royce Cullinan, swervin'
She like when I close the curtains
We sittin' behind tint, that's when she get to slurpin'
She two-faced like the devil, she remind me of a serpent
I'm grippin' on metal, you never know who gon' be lurkin'

[Outro]
Ain't this life so fun?
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one