[Flame] 🔥 Quin NFN - How I’m Living Lyrics
[Intro]
 Smash Bros
 Ayy, hold on, ayy
[Chorus]
 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 opps 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 opps 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)
[Verse]
 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)
[Chorus]
 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 opps 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 opps 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)
