Te Weez - Live It Up Lyrics

Te Weezy da realist just threw us a pack and I know he gon' feel us (Aye)
I shorted his bag on tha back end he mad and I hope he don't kill us (Aye)
I'm 'bout to mash on the gas and I pray I don't crash I been trippin (Aye)
Geekn up off all these drugs I been takin back all the prescriptions (Aye)
But only trappin and stackn this check that could be my addiction (Aye, yea)
I still be strapped with that mac get u clapped nigga no I'm not slipn (Aye, yea)
I'm in the foreign I got on Dior but no I'm not Christian (Aye, yea)
It got on the floor, they mopping the floor because I been drippin' (Aye, yea, yea)
Big rocks on me and they hit real bright, Rollie no tik tok shit real right
I could probably tell you what a brick feel like (Brick feel like, yea, yea)
Big glock 40 hold the shit real tight, throwin' all tha face shots and it hit right
I could probably show what a stick feel like (Yea, yea)
I ran a quarter milli up (Up)
I'm 'bouta buy the Bentley truck (Up)
It's time to f*ck the city up (What, aye, yea, whoa whoa)
Look at my bag, I'm really up (Up)
I had to pull the foreign out (Up)
I went and put the hemi up (Put a hemi up whoa, whoaa, whoa, whoa)
Go take ya check and get it up (Get it up)
Nigga, ya check aint big enough (Big enough)
We trying to trap and live it up (Live it up, yea, yea)
He been just stackn pennies up (Pennies up)
Money, we havin' plenty of (Yea, plenty of)
Funny, that's why they envy us (Envious, yea, yea)
Loaded we loaded you know it, you that we holdin' (You know that we holdin')
I smoke that dodie that dodie my brodie, my bro he keep rollin'
(You know we keep rollin')
I do the dash and I'm driving real fast like the vehicle stolen (Like the vehicle stolen)
Look at my pants and you gon' see them bands 'cause my pockets are swollen
(Aye, yea)
Nigga in the trap and I trap real focus (Aye, yea)
We put the bricks in the van, all of the pounds in the focus (Aye, yea)
All of my diamonds they dance, shit they ain't rocks they boulders (Aye, yea)
I put some shit on my hand then a nigga got lil colder (Aye, brr, brrr, brrrr)
(Wait) these all VV's (yea) niggas can't see Weez, bust a nigga brain on gp
Then I probably swerve in the GT, probably take the birds out CT
I be outer space like ET, running like the roadrunner "meet meet" (Meet-meet)
I ran a quarter milli up
I'm 'bouta buy the Bentley truck
It's time to f*ck the city up
Look at my bag, I'm really up
I had to pull the foreign out
I went and put the hemi up
Go take ya check and get it up
Nigga, ya check aint big enough
We trying to trap and live it up
He been just stackn pennies up
Money, we havin' plenty of
Funny, that's why they envy us