WC FettiBoyz - How I'm Living Lyrics

I ain't wit any of that internet beef nigga, we can really get it on
Come catch me
Went from smoking backwoods in the stu to touring
223 on me young Micheal Jordan
Can't f*ck with basic bitches my bitch foreign
If you ain't feeling how i'm living then you boring
Went from smoking backwoods in the stu to touring
223 on me young Micheal Jordan
Can't f*ck with basic bitches my bitch foreign
If you ain't feeling how i'm living then you boring
Cut my ex for a bag and now I'm hot news
I got new bitch who like Fendi repping Jimmy Chews
And I ain't fading bouta bitch unless she love me too
She on the snap she posting pictures of my deucy deuce
Ask yo bitch she gave me top while chewing juicy fruit
And my brother Benji Frank he's making moves for you
So while you begging for my bag i'm making family moves
So f*ck it let me tell you I can crop you out the picture
I ain't missing you
This ain't no cap this how i'm feeling
F*ck you and your feelings
F*ck captain save a hoe I rather save one of my minions
And ion give a f*ck if none of you niggas out here like me
I'm fresh in my white tee
Check good nike
Young nigga icy so they hate
They really fake
I cut the grass its full of snakes
You niggas late
I'm putting food up on my plate
No time to wait
I'm smoking cookies eating cake
No Anne Mae
Went from smoking backwoods in the stu to touring
223 on me young Micheal Jordan
Can't f*ck with basic bitches my bitch foreign
If you ain't feeling how i'm living then you boring
Went from smoking backwoods in the stu to touring
223 on me young Micheal Jordan
Can't f*ck with basic bitches my bitch foreign
If you ain't feeling how i'm living then you boring
Bitch we outside
All the homies cooked and fried
Hoe we are the fetti how we living bitch we never lie
Rob he's toting 30 off the 40 bitch you finna die
Yeah he really bout it cause my homies they all finna ride
We throwing our money but we ain't no waiters
Im handing out nothing bitch only a fader
Feed me my salmon my money on cater
I'm eating real good I'm not saving for later
Shooting these threes, they easy like lay-ups
But we keep them haters cause haters they ain't us
Gold and the purple, i'm repping the lakers
R.I.P Kobe man he was the playa
I don't mean to be cocky
I'm just feeling good when i'm off the Roxy
Smoke a backwood always have my broccoli
When i'm up then i'm up you can't stop me
No you can't stop me
Catch yo bitch with the gang she a hoe now
She gon f*ck for some fame and get no clout
You a bitch you a lame you can't hang around
Big Glock ripstick it hold 40 rounds
Went from smoking backwoods in the stu to touring
223 on me young Micheal Jordan
Can't f*ck with basic bitches my bitch foreign
If you ain't feeling how i'm living then you boring
Went from smoking backwoods in the stu to touring
223 on me young Micheal Jordan
Can't f*ck with basic bitches my bitch foreign
If you ain't feeling how i'm living then you boring
Chopstick it go crazy it go
Bitch this how i'm living I won't stop for ops
On the fetti on the fetti
A few niggas know what we saying
The real ones