Life Is Good

[Verse] Working while they sleeping as usual Percocets, I eat them like chewables These niggas think they passed up, they think too much If these niggas get too gassed up, I bring a few pumps, yeah Hershey chocolate candy skin, she ate all my nuts, yeah Wifey caught me slipping once, okay, more than once, yeah We don't hit your block up, we blow that bitch up Capping talking big shit until that shit don't flush Yeah, they say my days are numbered but I keep taking drugs Baby, I know you see these X pills, pleasе take one I'm a skater but I hеard your man a cheapskate, huh Heard he ratting now they moving his release date, huh, snitch I just turned my main to my spouse Could've bought her ass the tote purse or pouch, bought a house Now baby got an ego twice the size of the crib Now she see what I'm saying, she got eyes in her ears Never turn your back on Weezy F B, God forbid I might have to do a bid if she left me, I forgive Twerking, got a fatty in this bitch doing butt flips Way she roll her hips make her body look like sunchips Working out my demons, that's beautiful And bae off of that riesling, she super loose I smoke it, she say pass it, she doing too much Haven't done my taxes, fucking with Trump She brought her skirt without the panties with the slick going up Nigga caught you looking at it, it's okay, don't touch Someone bought the block up in Bel-Air, it was us Check the clock and hit the shot, I swear this shit too clutch [Part II] [Verse] Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch Copped three watches at the same time, nigga, we are not on the same time Shoulder strap on the strap, hangtime Got the 40 on me like St. Ides Granny, she was standing right there Mercedes car, they call her Mrs. Mercy Ever since the day I got her name tatted on my face, I been picture perfect Taliban, nigga, ISIS Hand to hand switching prices Been dapper dan since the diaper A gat, a bag, and a Bible Young Obama go dumb, Osama Hit him with the llama, he do the la bamba Trade the private jet for an air force bomber We could go to war like it's the Bahamas Lied to my hoes, never tell my mama Never tell my woes, lie to your honor Money long though, nigga, anaconda, let me add a comma I'm way too hot for niggas at the bottom, you a ladder climber I'm the best rapper, nigga, that's the obvious Got punchlines for you shatterboxers You a kitty cat, I'm catastrophic Rex 'bout to turn up, call up Roger New fettucine, new lasagna Diamonds blinging so new they blind you Diamonds sing like Ja Rule and Mya, no ceiling [Outro] Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch (Pyoom) Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch (Pyoom) Three hundred shots, let the sweeper ring 'til I don't feel my fingers, lil' bitch (Pyoom) Chicken pox on my trigger finger how my trigger finger still itch (Pyoom)