What's Life Freestyle

We don't want a problem we don't really wanna bop Racks up imma thrust in the dusk of the dawn We don't wanna see you anywhere on our block No we don't wanna we don't wanna we don't wanna bop Yeah the real estate game be really enticing The ROI with my boy is frightening The down payment is what I make nightly Maurice, Ghel Yun, yeah we pack it on the nightly I do not hear what you saying Beast mode gonna go famous Trying hard but I'm shameless Drop the top I'm so faded You see I'm writing I'm feeling amazing I'm nothing like Jaden I'm not even famous Popping in a clip at the range like "pew" Ain't even capping I'm cute when I shoot Put a red eye on a 10 it go boom F*ck all the lying I'm telling the truth Everybody wanna make it but they all faking Everybody wanna make it but they ain't playing Now gimme the henny, the jack and the woods I'm pretty skinny but don't f*ck with my hood Ain't gang gang I don't fight but I should But if you gone dis me I'll put down my wood Would you cop a crib or cover yourself in ice? Yeah one's got the bling while the other's got the size Maybe get a yacht, maybe live a little life Maybe you gone die in the middle of the night No cap when I'm racking a 6 I buy you the Gucci I'll buy you the drip I'll take you to louis Ain't taking a lick I know you be boujee That's why you gone drip She be all up in my head and my phone Ring ring yeah she got her own tone Call me right up so I'm leaving my home Cause I don't like thinking about shit alone So baby tell me to come over I show up Hop in the whip and I puff and I blow out Stopping at 711 I get out Now I buy all the chips and I buy all the soda Copped out with that mink coat Drop the case and then reload Drop the bomb with that C4 Dripping gold on these cheap hoes Young rich on the chase though He copping commission at Chase though We making that buck on the race though Yeah we ain't going back no eraser I'm on a mission and y'all cannot f*ck with me Gucci on racks, conditioning for my dream You better run away from all the misery I don't want haters and I don't want enemies I don't want hate in your heart when I'm venting And I wanna be with my bitch in a Bentley