Correction Lyrics How I'm Living by Quin NFN

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Smash Bros
Ayy, hold on, ayy

These hoes want to see how I'm livin' (Gang)
Heard I done got rich now them hoes on my dick
Tryna eat up and kiss on my children (They on)
If you not in your bag, nigga, get off your dick
If you not on your shit then you're trippin' (On gang)
Little bro with the shits, he just bought a new stick
But I told him cool down so he chillin' (Grrrrah)
All of my niggas be searchin' for ops in the city
They move, bitch, you know they is not in the city
I make a mil' like I'm Meek but I'm not up in Philly
And all of my shottas come with me (Grrrrah)
I'm searchin' for ops like I brought some binoculars with me
The Glock got a stock and a .50 (Bop bop)
Came out the mud to the hills, ain't no stoppin' me really
New Balenciaga's are fittin' (I'm on it)

Won't ever stop at the top 'til I'm drivin' a Bentley (Skrrt)
Glock need a top for the titties
She think she givin' me top but she toppin' the glizzy
New drop real wock, not Henny (Gang, gang)
Runnin' from cops on the block, bitch, you not finna get me
Go slide with the mop 'til it's empty (Grrrrah)
They trippin' on bro 'cause they know they not finna feel me
On point, bitch, you not finna kill me
These niggas pussy these niggas ain't fit for the pressure
Bitch, I keep a stick for the pressure (A stick)
New pocket rocket, I got it to fit in the sweater
My young nigga blitz on whatever
Bitch, you down bad on your dick, you better get it together
NFN shit is forever (On gang)
Came out the four, there's a ho tryna stick it together
Now we livin' better forever (Gang, on gang, hold on)

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