Pouya, Xavier Wulf - whatever mane

I'm livin' this life to the fullest I don't wanna hear no "should've," "would've" 'Cause you could but you couldn't I'ma show a nigga how to do it Pull up, already see him lookin' Don't get your girl tooken I'm ridin' through, creepin' and I'm crooked And don't you even try to play stupid I'm really known to do it All I do is play my own music 'Cause all you lil' rap niggas clueless You foolish and we knew it (yuh, ay, bitch) Baby Bone, quit, I break a bitch back No slack, get my MAC, I gave that pussy toe tag Big bags in the all-black Volvo Look over my shoulders, I can't trust a soul (I can't trust a soul) Too many rappers I know been killed for less than a mill' (bitch) Half of the realest dead, too many people dead Feed on that fuck shit, suckin' it for clout (ay, ay, yuh) I'm doin' what I can to keep a balance Why you hoes still being slick? Why you gotta act childish? Pull up, flip a show and then we out it I don't think he's goin' this hard I don't think that he about it She's trippin', I'ma make her way up out it I don't break a sweat for nobody Nigga, no way around it Pull up to a nigga like I found him Hollow Squad came too deep Look at how we gon' surround 'em Bitch, I'm rich, he ain't gonna bloat it Semi-automatic, mama told me, "Keep it loaded" Broken bones, bloodshed Dead eyes and a pit mouth foamin' Overdose and no one, nobody will ever notice Bitch, I'm floatin', look at my stash sheet Baby mama still think I'm a deadbeat This world will never accept me Fuck your life, don't even look at me