Live It Up lyrics

[Intro]
Boyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what's goin' on
I ain't doin' sh*t, man
I'm just tryna stack this paper to the ceiling and live it up, my n*gga

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I'm tryna live it up
Record label sent a contract, I ripped it up
Open up a pint, drop a six, this sh*t thick as f*ck
I'll slap fire out my granny if she spill my cup
This lil' rap b*tch keep beggin' me to hit the Runtz
I'm rollin' three-five 'Woods, actin' stiff as f*ck
Put my di*khead in her mouth, then lit the blunt
Bust a fat nut down her throat, then hit my cup
b*tch, I'm drinkin' Barre National
One-hand the Drac' for twenty minutes, got my arm crampin'
I prefer red, Morton, or Actavis, that Par nasty
I'm tryna live my best life, I had a hard past

[Chorus]
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that b*tch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a n*gga in his star and f*ck his ceiling up
Put a n*gga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My n*gga, I'm just tryna get it up
[Verse 2]
Long nights sittin' in that spot finally paid off
The first Dumb and Dumb3r went crazy, I gotta thank Dolph
Yes, I ran off on the plug, but he got paid off
I ain't got no work no more, bro, I got laid off
Hit a n*gga in his top and knock his braids off
K'll leave a n*gga bald-head, knock his fade off
If I catch my b*tch cheatin', I'm cuttin' the game off
Run up on a n*gga and politely take his chain off
This b*tch mine now, you gotta pay to get it back
Still talk my sh*t even if the beat laid back
Pop a n*gga, cut the Starz on, then I lay back
Bro ain't leave with the dope, but he can bring the 'caine back

[Chorus]
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that b*tch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a n*gga in his star and f*ck his ceiling up
Put a n*gga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My n*gga, I'm just tryna get it up

[Verse 3]
I'm tryna live life, they tryna put me in a box
The streets fell in love with my style 'cause it's unorthodox
My head f*cked up, I almost walked in court with Glock
Woke up, made five, and drunk a pint before four o'clock
Them long nights in that spot finally payin' me
Strobe light on the chop, sh*t, I can't even see
'Member bein' broke, I couldn't even get from A to B
Cappin' when you rappin', all that sh*t you sayin' make-believe
Ridin' down the strip in an S550
You see me with an opp, just shoot the car up, let him die with me
Used to drive a minivan, now I can drive Bentleys
We was broke as f*ck, my n*gga, couldn't even divide a penny
[Chorus]
Long nights sittin' in that trap tryna get it up
I finally made it out that b*tch, it's time to live it up
Ridin' jets, drivin' foreign cars with the ceiling cut
Thirty thousand dollars for the Rollie with the princess cuts
Hit a n*gga in his star and f*ck his ceiling up
Put a n*gga head in the oven, burn his biscuit up
Make a hundred bands in a week and put a fifty up
My n*gga, I'm just tryna get it up