What Ya Life Like lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' oh

[Verse]
Aye b*tch I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' aye
Man ya'll knew from back then bout' my ego
b*tch I'm Tebow, with this pistol, where yo regal
Dirty brawler, take a bottle to the temple
b*tch I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' ho
Aye tell me somethin' b*tch I need to grip yo grip then ghost
Law catch me buggin' down the avenue, then check what's in my shoe
All these cups up in these barracudas PRP's will do us
Say he gon' rob me man, I dare 'em to, I bet he pick the truth
Trust my b*tch she sеrve at every school
Flakеs gone, I sell some blue
Ain't really been myself but I know that guy, yeah he aight sometime
Talk too much I left him in the car, I'm trying to f*ck right now
Yeah I see that you on camera or flash caught by loyal faith
Call yo ass my tumblr centerfold this might just be my day
Pills kicked in, wait where the nice guy now the b*tch ain't pleasin' me
Not me eat a day, off this Henny b*tch I'm interruptive
Grab yo VMA, designer taste prolly in my DNA, get out my way