[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
[Verse 1: Tate Kobang]
Talking major distribution when it come to Whitney Houston
My lil savage bitch be boosting up the molly, got her booting
Niggas switched up, they was rooting
See them niggas then we shooting
In the hotel with the Uzi, she like what the fuck we doing?
Bitch I ball like Patrick Ewings
In some skinnies and some Ewings
Let her know if she ain’t chewing
I ain’t with all that pursuing
Cause they see the way we moving
Need no opps to run my business
Wear my mask like it’s designer
Case I didn’t, people witness
Popping perkys like it’s [?]
Tryna cop a 9 11
Fuck the cops, them 911’s
Pray to god that I see heaven
Splitting paper with my brethren
I ain’t want her, we just messing
Am I fucking, ain’t no question
Put an end to all her stressing like
Hakuna Matata
I took her out [?] and threw her in Prada’s
Try hit the Bahamas
Jump under her water just like a piranha
She black and white, my panda
Put her in designer
No holster for this pistol
Tuck it in this Ferragamo
[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
[Verse 2]
Ok you want this shit for life, I only need it for a minute
Your bitch she tryna travel, had to keep her on her pivot
Watch you talk the life, I live it
I got the babies on ice, your price is right, it get delivered
You got funny money, it’s silly
I keep lil uzi’s in Philly
When I was 17 I had a 38 from Remy
I keep 20 on me [?], most these niggas scary
Never stress, I feel like Steph how I be running ‘round with Curry
And my niggas reppin’ that rack
Know all about that pack
Be surprised, niggas die
Don’t no fries come with that MAC
These niggas got 2K on the screen
I spent 2k on the jeans
When she drunk she do a D’usse
You don’t know what that means
And we be drinking on that Act nigga
All these niggas some act niggas
I be sick of this rap shit, even more sick of these rap niggas
This band stuffed in the [?]
We don’t settle for bronze
Know a bitch, she call me daddy
And I’m probably fucking her mom, woah
[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
[Verse 3]
I’m pouring up drank, I mix that Hi-Tech with the Sprite
I be posted in them trenches, boy don’t gamble with your life
Jewelry dancing when it’s dark, I don’t need a flashlight
Keep a 40 with a 30, I ain’t really tryna fight
She say she down for the ride, I let her hop in my ride
Throw it in drive, she let me fuck all the time
This Rolex gon’ tell me the time
I’m feeling like Busta, I’m spitting these rhymes
Gold in my grill, when I smile it’s gon’ shine
I’m countin’ these hundreds and fifties, oh my
I’m a hell of a guy, I be so fly like I jumped out the sky
Xan with the lean, give me bean like a pie
Fuck her then dump her, not tellin’ her bye
You trapping the knot
Drop off the work then I see you tomorrow
They know I’m a star
I be so high I be sleeping on Mars
I’m raising the bar
The swag what they copy but they won’t get far
Pull up, I park at the [?]
This [?] gon’ knock off his top
Niggas keep dying, they want it to stop
There go an opp
Fuck up the block
They want me dead, but I cannot rock
[Chorus: Tate Kobang]
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
I know you want this for life
Pourin’ up Act, she don’t need no ice
Running through the trenches, boy you playing with your life
Got your bitch with me, she say you don’t fuck her right
