Life of a Shinner - YBS Skola

I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat

Life of a shiner, I stay in designer

Chained to the city, can’t hit the Bahamas

Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama

Bitch you keep hatin' but don’t want no drama

Everywhere I go, still go with llama

When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas

I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat

Life of a shiner, I stay in designer

Chained to the city, can’t hit the Bahamas

Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama

Bitch you keep hatin' but don’t want no drama

Everywhere I go, still go with llama

When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas

Skola how them diamond chains hit like that?

custom joints VV

In LA in a Wraith and I’m still on E

Shout out to my niggas gettin' to the VV

You can ask around, man I keep shit G

Name a young nigga really do it like me

Bust down the Rollie and I got AP

I ain’t even gonna mention what I made off D

Bet you she like my persona

Play you, you know you a goner

I feel like buyin' new chains

I feel like buyin' new rings

I’ll probably cop me a Range

YBS havin' them things

I do not fuck with you lames

Some shit just never will change

Right now I can’t leave the state

Hopefully ASAP it change

I gotta get to them bands

I gotta get to my fans

Nothin' can kill my success

The streets really know who the best

I put in that work and I grinded

Now every day I can flex

I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat

Life of a shiner, I stay in designer

Chained to the city, can’t hit the Bahamas

Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama

Bitch you keep hatin' but don’t want no drama

Everywhere I go, still go with llama

When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas

I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat

Life of a shiner, I stay in designer

Chained to the city, can’t hit the Bahamas

Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama

Bitch you keep hatin' but don’t want no drama

Everywhere I go, still go with llama

When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas

I walked right in that Louis store, spent twenty racks on Louis

Spoil him like baby boy, he got white hoes tryna sue me

I’m so glad that that fuckin' cop ain’t shoot me when he booked me

Shit could’ve been way worse, so glad I ain’t in a hearse

I dropped down on my knees and thanked God I can spit this verse

And hug my baby boy, and buy him all them toys

He bring me all the joy, I’m makin' all the noise

I’m puttin' on for the city, got bad hoes tryna get with me

But she only tryna get some designer

The trenches, they know we the shiners

Stay in LA, the designers

Chillin' somewhere you can’t find us

Clarity stones is the finest

With dime pieces you ain’t seen

And ain’t nobody on that broke shit

'Cause everybody got green, bitch

I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat

Life of a shiner, I stay in designer

Chained to the city, can’t hit the Bahamas

Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama

Bitch you keep hatin' but don’t want no drama

Everywhere I go, still go with llama

When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas

I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat

Life of a shiner, I stay in designer

Chained to the city, can’t hit the Bahamas

Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama

Bitch you keep hatin' but don’t want no drama

Everywhere I go, still go with llama

When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas