Life Is Great

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
 Getting too much cake
 I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)
 Woo, young nigga brought out them blues (Yeah)
 Flexing 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
 Getting too much cake
 I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)
 I'm getting too much cake (I'm getting 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'g 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
 Chilling 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?
 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)
 
 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
 Getting too much cake
 I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)
 Woo, young nigga brought out them blues (Yeah)
 Flexing 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
 Getting too much cake
 I need three or four more safes, yeah (Racks)
 I'm getting too much cake (I'm getting 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'g 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
 Chilling 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?
 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)