Byg Byrd - Wild Ones lyrics

(Verse) Came down this morning Ain't got no drinks we smoking We get high to ease the pain of life The things we do in real life I'm just happy to be alive If you saw just what I mean you wouldn't believe ya eyes Man the struggle is real so we hustle and steal Gotta hustle this music so we could hustle a deal Just wanna couple a mills then we double for real Don't let it fumble ya muscles get you in trouble out here I got that tracfone aka the trap phone Dump it in the trash cuz you know they like to track phones Clip up in ya back homes you know I never slack bro Pistol wit the mag hole filled up to the max tho Throwing money nah we don't play with cash Just pack it into the bag whip up another batch Stuff it inside the sack then whip off inside the jag Women call me Mike jack they Lovin it when I'm bad