I.L.Y.2 & Metronome - 777/333

Fuck it let's just go for it
Ight bet
Live young, wild and free, that's the way Wiz taught me
Pray to Billy Woods, Earl and Kendrick, that's my top three
Give me five years and you gon see nobody could top me
Top shot, top dog, that's not me
Aye bro, you should try something like this
Metro
Rather chill up on the couch
Fine little thing by my side, she be weighing out an ounce
Never empty out the bank account
Air em all out if the bills don't match amounts
Be self aware who might go and switch up
You was going for a quarter but they ended with the sticks up
Don't move this a stick up
You gon end up on a shirt worn by your sister
Stay silent like you starting up a fiskar
I don't want to be someone
who changes everything for the money
I don't want to be someone
who changes everything for the money
Live young, wild and free, that's the way Wiz taught me
Pray to Billy Woods, Earl and Kendrick, that's my top three
Give me five years and you gon see nobody could top me
Top shot, top dog, that's not me
I met this girl and I was sitting up on top of the world
She smelled like daisies and she spoke with sugared words
Till she saw my back turned
She switched and then she swerved
Now we fighting every night
That shit getting on my nerves
I tried to get her in my bed
Now she all up in my head
Baby you drive me crazy
We drive to Vegas instead
Getting married in the moonlight
Two wrongs make no rights
Until we turn the lights off
She a freak, she grab that Nikon
Then flick flick
We be fucking all night long
And flick flick
She a coder, love the python
Then flick flick
We be fucking all night long
And flick flick
She a coder, love the python

Written by:
Cleve Cook

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