Profit Plus LIVE WIRE lyrics
LIVE WIRE
Profit Plus
GENRE
[Intro]
(Let's do this)
[Hook: eighty-eight & david halo]
I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade), I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade)
[Verse 1: Brokeboi Maj]
It’s been a minute, I’m back up in it
I take the block and then I spin it
I’m in the back ends, up with the killas
They impatient, they grippin fitteds
They grippin grain, crucifixes
Deposit checks, cashing out on bullet vests
Switch my demeanor, I had a keeper
And then I leave her, I had to melt him
So I let him meet the heater
1500 know me well, uh
SRT my Challenger from hell
Blood diamonds these jewels is not for sale
Tossing rocks like Jeter, I do well
You be breaking necks just for a photo
I’m leaning in Japan in these denims, they come from Kyoto
Takashi Murakami, I got floral in the spliff roll
This ain’t no Abercrombie I’m in YSL initials, bitch
This is Polo, not Lacoste
I flip the W’s to M’s, you take a loss
[Hook: eighty-eight & david halo]
I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade), I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade)
[Verse 2: david halo]
Blacked out, I just stepped out of my element
Walk into the room, we lookin bigger than the elephant
Fuck if I know
I dropped a bag, location on my other iPhone
Bitch walked out, already yelling at me, what the fuck bout?
I just took the photo, she already getting cropped out
Vampire fangs, cutters, welcome to the chophouse
Pop star status, fried chicken in my rocks now
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 star echelon
6, 777, luckier than leprechauns
Right up on my hip, I keep this motherfucking FN on
Good riddance to my kids and everybody I’m bettin on
Pop up in my phone, what’s the word, who’s the next dude?
Bouncing out with bloody fingers like a fucking red room
Pop up in my phone, what’s the word, who’s the next guy?
Bouncing out Miami, had to blow up like a landmine
[Verse 3: goati & eighty-eight]
I’m on to better things (better things)
Truth be told, you got no reason to be mad at me (what you mad for?)
My ex girl hit my phone, she wanna get with me (she wanna get with me)
Not with you, I wanna be a better me (a better me), a better me (a better me)
I hit the switch and we dark (in the dark!)
Bravo six, we movin like a dart (like a!)
Man, I paid the Price for the car (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Jack and the Beanstalk, we living large (living large!)
I’m jumping off the yacht
Port forward 'round the block
Keep the heat on me and I ain’t talking bout a Glock
Yeah, I’m with your friends
Don’t care about a benz
I don’t got the issues, it’s you that tied the ends
[Bridge: goati & Brokeboi Maj]
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark (In the dark)
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark (In the dark)
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark (In the dark)
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark, yeah
[Hook: eighty-eight & david halo]
I'm on to better things
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade), I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade)
[Verse 4: eighty-eight]
Two door Phantom
Got a MILF bitch and she call me handsome
Got twin bitches, I fuck em in tandem
Ass so fat, can’t fit in an iPhone camera
Move with my bros so they call me Mandy
Got a little buzz so on the foot it’s Andy
Say she in love, wanna fuck, so I call her Brandi
Bumping Panda with a shirt that’s Fendi
Gave me brain but I fuck her with no reason
Funny how I dropped “MDMA” now all my fans are feening
My shooter poured a four, now out the window he is leaning
Put a hole in his neck but he still ain’t fucking breathing
I’m riding in the city with a Glock in my lap
How you speeding down the highway with the cops out yo back?
I’m a take a bitch out by the tits, go make me a rack
How young eight take the track then go run it like a lap?
[Outro: david halo]
Ahh, that's it, that's it!
(Let's do this)
[Hook: eighty-eight & david halo]
I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade), I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade)
[Verse 1: Brokeboi Maj]
It’s been a minute, I’m back up in it
I take the block and then I spin it
I’m in the back ends, up with the killas
They impatient, they grippin fitteds
They grippin grain, crucifixes
Deposit checks, cashing out on bullet vests
Switch my demeanor, I had a keeper
And then I leave her, I had to melt him
So I let him meet the heater
1500 know me well, uh
SRT my Challenger from hell
Blood diamonds these jewels is not for sale
Tossing rocks like Jeter, I do well
You be breaking necks just for a photo
I’m leaning in Japan in these denims, they come from Kyoto
Takashi Murakami, I got floral in the spliff roll
This ain’t no Abercrombie I’m in YSL initials, bitch
This is Polo, not Lacoste
I flip the W’s to M’s, you take a loss
[Hook: eighty-eight & david halo]
I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade), I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade)
[Verse 2: david halo]
Blacked out, I just stepped out of my element
Walk into the room, we lookin bigger than the elephant
Fuck if I know
I dropped a bag, location on my other iPhone
Bitch walked out, already yelling at me, what the fuck bout?
I just took the photo, she already getting cropped out
Vampire fangs, cutters, welcome to the chophouse
Pop star status, fried chicken in my rocks now
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 star echelon
6, 777, luckier than leprechauns
Right up on my hip, I keep this motherfucking FN on
Good riddance to my kids and everybody I’m bettin on
Pop up in my phone, what’s the word, who’s the next dude?
Bouncing out with bloody fingers like a fucking red room
Pop up in my phone, what’s the word, who’s the next guy?
Bouncing out Miami, had to blow up like a landmine
[Verse 3: goati & eighty-eight]
I’m on to better things (better things)
Truth be told, you got no reason to be mad at me (what you mad for?)
My ex girl hit my phone, she wanna get with me (she wanna get with me)
Not with you, I wanna be a better me (a better me), a better me (a better me)
I hit the switch and we dark (in the dark!)
Bravo six, we movin like a dart (like a!)
Man, I paid the Price for the car (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Jack and the Beanstalk, we living large (living large!)
I’m jumping off the yacht
Port forward 'round the block
Keep the heat on me and I ain’t talking bout a Glock
Yeah, I’m with your friends
Don’t care about a benz
I don’t got the issues, it’s you that tied the ends
[Bridge: goati & Brokeboi Maj]
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark (In the dark)
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark (In the dark)
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark (In the dark)
In the dark (in the dark), in the dark, yeah
[Hook: eighty-eight & david halo]
I'm on to better things
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade), I'm on to better things (I'm on to better things)
My ex hoe hit my phone, she want a wedding ring (She want a wedding ring)
She wanna clean my room, give me a minute, maid (Give me a minute, maid)
And we sippin on some baja like it's Minute Maid (Like it's Minute Maid)
Like it's lemonade (Like it's lemonade)
[Verse 4: eighty-eight]
Two door Phantom
Got a MILF bitch and she call me handsome
Got twin bitches, I fuck em in tandem
Ass so fat, can’t fit in an iPhone camera
Move with my bros so they call me Mandy
Got a little buzz so on the foot it’s Andy
Say she in love, wanna fuck, so I call her Brandi
Bumping Panda with a shirt that’s Fendi
Gave me brain but I fuck her with no reason
Funny how I dropped “MDMA” now all my fans are feening
My shooter poured a four, now out the window he is leaning
Put a hole in his neck but he still ain’t fucking breathing
I’m riding in the city with a Glock in my lap
How you speeding down the highway with the cops out yo back?
I’m a take a bitch out by the tits, go make me a rack
How young eight take the track then go run it like a lap?
[Outro: david halo]
Ahh, that's it, that's it!
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