F.Y.B Gangg - My Life Lyrics

From my head down to my shoes
We don't condone no cuffing you know da rules
Mo checks n least drama
I'm tryna push a Range Rover not a Honda
Brake bread or get gone
U ain't touching no bands don't come back home
Get stacks and blow zips
My life free ya bitch
I made winning a drug
Addicted to dis lifestyle loving the funds
I could never be you niggas living trifler then beans
Turn into state property when sliding with team
All in yo bitch dream got her creamer then cream
No time for the losing so ya soul a be levitated
Ya probably be devastated I'm grinding to disappear
They chemistry so sweet they looking like who dat
They call a nigga Berry B
Different type of guy all the bitch wana marry me
But I don't trust em I just f*ck em I just let em free
Before I leave I need that doe I keep it letta P
Catch up you niggas last like da letta Z
It's Free ya bitch we in dis thang Fly niggas mami gone an pop dat for yang
Bitch Okay let daddy put the icing on da cake
Ima beat da pussy up knock it out money may Berry B
From my head down to my shoes
We don't condone no cuffing you know da rules
Mo checks n least drama
I'm tryna push a Range Rover not a Honda
Brake bread or get gone
U ain't touching no bands don't come back home
Get stacks and blow zips
My life free ya bitch
I ball with my team like everybody
Y'all niggas pussy keep da smell away
Blowing on some cookies that's grade A
Still in dis mf gettin paid
Rocking with pizzle nigga u know we to da top
Berry's in da back you know gettin top
Gooch in sum foreign look don't stop
We all fresh to death and always gettin guap
Niggas gone hate bitches gone cash out
Niggas go on dates we go chase this cash now
Fyb go be the death of me
Keep reppin this shit til they bury me
Keep reppin da gang til they yang with me
Keep reppin this shit til they bury
Keep reppin this shit til they yang with me
From my head down to my shoes
We don't condone no cuffing you know da rules
Mo checks n least drama
I'm tryna push a Range Rover not a Honda
Brake bread or get gone
U ain't touching no bands don't come back home
Get stacks and blow zips
My life free ya bitch
Cranberry all on my f*cking feet
Cartier baby come get a peek
Step back that's Kd all my niggas pulling nigga f*ck a 3
We wild'n out like nick cannon
Them big cannons do big damage it's 3 lettas til da death of me
She wana f*ck with me
Shawty wana yanger so I'm thuggin
F*ck wit me bitch I been da gang it ain't no cuffin
F*ck with me hottest in da city can't ignore it what u bang
Pizz hoe I gas shit
Stay laced up with a bad bitch
10 toes went beast mode tryna ball out like D rose
Me an Ben frank go way back if it ain't money can't say that
Me an Ben frank go way back if
It ain't money can't say that
I rock ice hoe look like rice bitch I den glowed up
New money new bitches on my me they tryna hoe up
Old bitches tryna run back now that I blowed up
Yang gang hoe Yang gang hoe