[Intro]
Ooh-ooh
(Juvy Catcher 'bout a check)
(Ooh)
(Damn, Baby doing hits as fuck)

[Chorus]
I put my blood in this shit
Sweat in this shit
Put my tears in this shit
Celebratin' that we still alive in this bitch
I was on my grind now a young n***a rich
I done lost my mind, all these vibes in the V.I.P
And we ain’t trippin' 'bout no money, tell 'em bring us all the bottles
You gotta live life to the fullest 'cause you could be gone tomorrow
No, I don’t smoke, but we got P’s and you could buy 'em by the boat
And we ain’t doin' bnb’s no more ever since Pop got smoked

[Verse]
I know these bitches, they don’t love me, thеy just love the fame
I swеar somebody, they gon' die, reachin' for my chain
And my pops got 85, it’s hard to maintain
And I can’t act like I don’t cry a lot of pain, pain
Keep that switchy on my side, I’m deep up in the trenches
Go and shop Blue Dream, I support her business
I be speakin' from the heart, that's my main vein
Pops told me how to drive and when to change lanes
N***as sayin', "I changed up", but I just keep my distance
I ain’t got no business there, but I love the trenches
My momma told me, "Don’t trust n***as", but I never listen
It’s like they view you as a target when you in position
I know Ninii got me mad, but I can’t change on her
Soon as I get back in town, I put that thang on her
Some people come and go with no return
Took a while for me to grow, but I learned
[Chorus]
I put my blood in this shit
Sweat in this shit
Put my tears in this shit
Celebratin' that we still alive in this bitch
I was on my grind now a young n***a rich
I done lost my mind, all these vibes in the V.I.P
And we ain’t trippin' 'bout no money, tell 'em bring us all the bottles
You gotta live life to the fullest 'cause you could be gone tomorrow
No, I don’t smoke, but we got P’s and you could buy 'em by the boat
And we ain’t doin' bnb’s no more ever since Pop got smoked (Oh my God)

[Outro]
(And we ain’t trippin' bout no money, tell 'em bring us all the bottles)
(You gotta live life to the fullest 'cause you could be gone tomorrow)
(Slatt)
(And we ain’t trippin' bout no money, tell 'em bring us all the bottles)
(You gotta live life to the fullest 'cause you could be gon' tomorrow)