Key Glock — Life Is Great

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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Woo
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, woo
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, bitch, my life is great, uh
Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah
Young nigga go ape
Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire)
You might die today (Yeah)
Nigga, that’s God’s plan, that’s not Drake’s, yeah
Gettin’ too much cake
I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)

Woo, young nigga brought out them blues (Yeah)
Flexin’ on you and your crew (Yeah)
Fuck her then give her the boot (Bitch)
I gotta go, gotta move (I gotta)
I’m a real smooth lil’ dude (Smooth)
Balenci runners, you fool (Yeah)
Don’t feel like tyin’ my shoes (Nah), yeah
Bitch I drip-drop swag, yeah (Drop)
I got big big racks, yeah (Racks)
Don’t even check tags, yeah (I don’t check)
So much cash, I brag (So much, so much)
Don’t care ’bout my past, yeah (I don’t care)
Leave it where it’s at, yeah
You keep gettin’ mad, yeah
I keep gettin’ racks, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, bitch, my life is great, uh
Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah
Young nigga go ape
Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire)
You might die today (Yeah)
Nigga, that’s God’s plan, that’s not Drake’s, yeah
Gettin’ too much cake
I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)

I’m gettin’ too much cake (I’m gettin’ too much)
But I want some more
And I dropped that «Russian Cream» because I want all smoke
And you can come and ask your ho, she gon’ tell you I’m dope (Glizzock)
Freshest young nigga livin’, yeah you already know, uh
Bitch my life is great, no time for fake, no time to play, uh
Bitch I’m gettin’ this cake while you just hate, stay in your place, uh
Backwood to the face, my heart start race, this blunt feel laced, yeah
Pull up with the K and let it cop like «A Bay Bay,» yeah
Came from out the mud, now they bookin’ me at clubs, yeah
Chillin’ with my thugs, on stage with them pistols tucked, uh
Play, you know what’s up, flip a nigga, bitch, we young and buck
Pull up in that, «What the fuck?» They like, «This a car or truck?»

[Chorus]
Bitch, my life is great, uh
Diamonds frosted flakes, yeah
Young nigga go ape
Go bananas on my case, yeah (Fire)
You might die today (Yeah)
Nigga, that’s God’s plan, that’s not Drake’s, yeah
Gettin’ too much cake
I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)