Saucy DaWarren, Wvllop - Life Is What You Make It Lyrics

I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might need a rake
My favorite flavor of bud be the cake
Know that this life is whatever you make it
Why is you hating
Needa get up now and go chase it
You gotta face it can't never replace it
The money touchdown when we step in the room
Hit it out the park in the lot like Babe Ruth
Fuck on your bitch and I pass her to you
I'm counting up dollars she telling you noose
You don't want no problems you look like a ruse
My girl pull up with that purp like a bruise
Name known around town mean nothing to you
And you know I got shooters and they coming for you
We hop in the whip leave you in the rear view
We making these hits it ain't up for review
Soon you gon see me on a Vlad Interview
Have your ass thinking where the fuck was you
Where the fuck was you when I was down bad
Now you come around it just sound sad
Nigga rolling out the pound bag
Can't catch the wave you gon drown fast
I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might need a rake
My favorite flavor of bud be the cake
Know that this life is whatever you make it
Why is you hating
Needa get up now and go chase it
You gotta face it can't never replace it
Counting up dollars it no need to holla'
I'm chilling kicked up can't remember a problem
She suck on the dick she a eater I promise
Sauce Gang at run it up leave you bitch at your mommas
Momma no drama we out in Bahamas
Fuck the caboose in the front like I'm Thomas
Run up a bad bitch you know that I got us
I'm pouring out shots like they came out the faucet
Know me some OGs ain't no Farrah Fawcett
They ain't trynna spend it they just want deposit
We ain't playing games it ain't no need to pause it
We wrapping Havana leaves up with the rosin
Then burn that bitch down to the stinger I dropped it
She got a good head on her shoulders good noggin
She dropping good top and she doin it often
Then she gon get put up not part of the profit
Don't fatten my wallet not part of the plan
Hope mistakes don't make up the man
Know the drop won't break up the brand
I got a wrap just break up the gram
Don't want a dap just pay up my man
Me want some top with my feet in the sand
With a blunt and a drink in me hand
It's okay no don't understand
I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might need a rake
My favorite flavor of bud be the cake
Know that this life is whatever you make it
Why is you hating
Needa get up now and go chase it
You gotta face it can't never replace it

I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might need a rake
My favorite flavor of bud be the cake
Know that this life is whatever you make it
Why is you hating
Needa get up now and go chase it
You gotta face it can't never replace it
The money touchdown when we step in the room
Hit it out the park in the lot like Babe Ruth
Fuck on your bitch and I pass her to you
I'm counting up dollars she telling you noose
You don't want no problems you look like a ruse
My girl pull up with that purp like a bruise
Name known around town mean nothing to you
And you know I got shooters and they coming for you
We hop in the whip leave you in the rear view
We making these hits it ain't up for review
Soon you gon see me on a Vlad Interview
Have your ass thinking where the fuck was you
Where the fuck was you when I was down bad
Now you come around it just sound sad
Nigga rolling out the pound bag
Can't catch the wave you gon drown fast
I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might need a rake
My favorite flavor of bud be the cake
Know that this life is whatever you make it
Why is you hating
Needa get up now and go chase it
You gotta face it can't never replace it
Counting up dollars it no need to holla'
I'm chilling kicked up can't remember a problem
She suck on the dick she a eater I promise
Sauce Gang at run it up leave you bitch at your mommas
Momma no drama we out in Bahamas
Fuck the caboose in the front like I'm Thomas
Run up a bad bitch you know that I got us
I'm pouring out shots like they came out the faucet
Know me some OGs ain't no Farrah Fawcett
They ain't trynna spend it they just want deposit
We ain't playing games it ain't no need to pause it
We wrapping Havana leaves up with the rosin
Then burn that bitch down to the stinger I dropped it
She got a good head on her shoulders good noggin
She dropping good top and she doin it often
Then she gon get put up not part of the profit
Don't fatten my wallet not part of the plan
Hope mistakes don't make up the man
Know the drop won't break up the brand
I got a wrap just break up the gram
Don't want a dap just pay up my man
Me want some top with my feet in the sand
With a blunt and a drink in me hand
It's okay no don't understand
I cannot fuck with these niggas these bitches they fake
Smoking that farm stock out my state but I do not no Jake
All of these leaves think I might need a rake
My favorite flavor of bud be the cake
Know that this life is whatever you make it
Why is you hating
Needa get up now and go chase it
You gotta face it can't never replace it