what a life.

[intro] Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Yeah, uh (My smoking with Mario) [Verse 1] He was trapping in the city where they drop it low He got a pistol to his body, never let it go He screaming, "Fuck it", 'cause they 'bout to turn his body cold He take a shot, he never ducking, but he body roll Okay, let me tell you something 'bout the messy chase for clout And how the niggas on the block always chase it, though I know some cold killers, and I know some dope dealers I met some gold diggers, and they gavе me cold shivers Okay, Lando use to fight with his stеp daddy He finna shoot him up and pass him to his friend, Andy He finna back it up and back again, smoking elements In the Benz where cadaver lay in the fucking back Comprehend, dropping to your knees when the chopper breath Gucci bag came from overseas like the Congolese, ah I play with my money, my revenue, bought the coupe in the red and blue, like I'm Doctor Who, aye [Bridge] Hey, yeah, uh Yeah, uh Yeah, uh [Verse 2] Focus with no Adderall, jiggy after all Cougar queens made that money fall, 'fore they cut me off Is a loss to a fucking king, never guaranteed In the streets niggas catching heat, let the chopper breath Okay, let me tell you something 'bout the boy Ali He made a couple hunnid stacks when he sold Molly He started bragging to the bitches and he got cocky Then, got robbed the next day by a nigga name Mavo Mavo used to fight with his big brother Hoping that Mavo used to fight with the lady sister They've been to Volcano, no room for winners, haters or beginners So, the family always snitching, Mavo doing ten in prison Never visit, but it all depends, stick it to the man Got the Benz looking underdressed, tities out again Never ends, winter breeze with the Gucci sweats And the flex dripping harder than, than the dapper dan (My smoking with Mario)