Young Sire

Life is a movie (yeah) 22 and I'm choosy (ayy) I got kicks like I'm bruce lee (way up) Trap money I'm movin'(ayy) Want another whip I want some more shit Quit with the feedback See me getting lit I might want a hit Yeah I want another fix My trap been booming Since I rolled up w my click (ayyy) I like the look of this glass Pop bottles, pop tags I move fast like a jag You need a bag don't ask me Smokin' a black, I feel like 6LACK Money on my mind all the time yeah So I can't waste my time on a dime yeah But u wanna talk diamonds hit my line yeah If we lit you might wanna watch the fire Call me young sire Burnin' down the streets like pariah I don't mind being so admired You can't wear my fit yeah that's designer None of my shooters are up for hire Logo on my wrist That shit look designer too If you could touch ceiling wouldn't you? I do whatever i wanna do Look we do whatever we wanna do Pull up in the Tesla We go zoom zoom zoom Rollin' up the backwood I go off in the booth Logo on my wrist That shit designer too I do whatever i wanna do I like the look of this glass Pop bottles, pop tags I move fast like a jag You need a bag don't ask me Smokin' a black, I feel like 6LACK Money on my mind all the time yeah So I can't waste my time on a dime yeah But u wanna talk diamonds hit my line yeah If we lit you might wanna watch the fire Call me young sire Burnin' down the streets like pariah I don't mind being so admired You can't wear my fit yeah that's designer None of my shooters are up for hire Gold bricks in my bag When I pull up in the white ghost All these bitches want a baby daddy All these bitches Psycho And she f*ck me so good Yeah she charged up all my Life force (yeah) Rollies on my wrist Yeah baby that's Ice cold I like the look of this glass Pop bottles, pop tags I move fast like a jag You need a bag don't ask me Smokin' a black, I feel like 6LACK Money on my mind all the time yeah So I can't waste my time on a dime yeah But u wanna talk diamonds hit my line yeah If we lit you might wanna watch the fire Call me young sire Burnin' down the streets like pariah I don't mind being so admired You can't wear my fit yeah that's designer None of my shooters are up for hire