[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, they tell me you live and you learn
I'd rather look out for the homie than give all my bread to a bird
I'm sipping this cup 'til I'm numb, I'm trying to disguise all the hurt
I know this shit killing my lungs, I seen niggas die by the word
Top down on my Chevy, I'm swerving, damn near hit a curb
Top down getting becky, they see this shit, we going viral
Top down, top
I got my top down
She pull her top down
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Light another one and do it all again
Planning how the credits roll when the movie ends
You can try to see it through this lens
Pulling up with a few of her friends
Text me, tell me where the Uber is
It all depends if you stay down, if you come up
Rep the gang if it's draw, lose, or win
My newest car what I'm cruising in
And I always have one thing on my mind, that's do it big
Taylor Gang in the house like homeschool for kids
In the house like we due for rent
In and out, leaving ashes on your couch
Might come through and dip
Ain't the one to cross like you do a bridge
Lighting up at every event
Her friend put her onto Taylor Gang and she been loyal to me ever since
It'll be hard to find this, they not on the shelf
Let's take a shot for health, wealth and knowledge itself, uh
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & JasonMartin]
Yeah, they tell me you live and you learn
I'd rather look out for the homie than give all my bread to a bird
I'm sipping this cup 'til I'm numb, I'm trying to disguise all the hurt
I know this shit killing my lungs, I seen niggas die by the word
Top down on my Chevy, I'm swerving, damn near hit a curb
Top down getting becky, they see this shit, we going viral
Top down, top
I got my top down
She pull her top down (What?)
[Verse 2: JasonMartin]
Riding through my city, swerve, swerving blocks
Ah, shit there go the motherfucking cops
Slowly smashed inda'
Throw that back under my seat (Right there)
Making sure the county jail don't see me (On God)
It's all eyes on me, R.I.P. Afeni
Plus, I'm known to keep it player, yeah, I P extremely (On God)
Crew was running up them numbers right before the streaming (On God)
Anything you looking for, you can get it by this evening, that's on Jesus
West side reputable, always staying on business
Anything else unacceptable (Ayy)
Beefing over pussy get you turned into a vegetable out here
Learn some game (What?)
She gave it, he took it
Nothing's wrong with fair exchange
Nah, this ain't for the lames (Nah)
This here for the bosses (On God)
That get it cracking, ain't got time to be long winded by losses (For real)
Execute with sharpness
X out everybody that crossed us
Gang, gang, gang, gang, nigga
Throw it up like you nauseous (What?)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, they tell me you live and you learn
I'd rather look out for the homie than give all my bread to a bird
I'm sipping this cup 'til I'm numb, I'm trying to disguise all the hurt
I know this shit killing my lungs, I seen niggas die by the word
Top down on my Chevy, I'm swerving, damn near hit a curb
Top down getting becky, they see this shit, we going viral
Top down, top
I got my top down
She pull her top down
