Life Sinarcher - Hamptons Lyrics

Hampton's every week getting paid
I Barley sleep always on the go woke Up tripping tripping on the beach
My hittas always ready always Deliver that magni feek back when
They was saying fleekni was coast
Lining every week every ex I ever Messed still will confirm that
I'm a Freak sweating out them polo sheets Sex more then I ever sleep
All this heat
Hampton's every week getting paid
I barley sleep always on the go I Woke up tripping tripping on the Beach
My hittas always ready always Deliver that magni feek back when
They was saying fleek was coast Lining every ex I ever messed still Will confirm that
I'm a freak Sweating out them polo sheets sex More then I ever sleep
All this heat
Tanned up
Tatz barely showing up
Get more done
Get in to everything under the sun
Sand caught in my pendant
But them them diamonds shining Endless
Cause it's too hot to be stressing
Too hot to not know who to mess Wit
Too hot to not to be Repping
Kasket boyz got what you asking
I be flexing I flexing
Let these hoes know how I stretch it
Pick a section I be out there wit
The bros on some BX shit
I be flexing I flexing
Let these hoes know how I stretch it
Pick a section I be out there wit
The bros on some BX shit
Nothing extra that's my texture
Life a day dream manifested
All I wanted was directions
Breaking bread down in my sector
Couple venture had my riding on That interstate to Texas
That I-40 that I-30 dirty dirty watch
The birdie hold up cam back thru Jersey In a Jr Smith jersey Ahhhhhhh

Mansions every week delivering Heavy D
I stay on my grind be Chasing money bags like it's routine My team should of been
A list since The carter 2 1st hit the Streets
My Homies had it jinxing from Ny Down to South beach
I use to move My package around so fast the price Was cheap
Flexing on em always on It in Bossin
Always wit the team moves was Being made plus we all gang related
Come uptown it's still banging
We ain't playing
We ain't playing
And that ethic get contagious
Every district every way
I use to shoot at stars
All bothered I ain't own no cars
Hurt shit like it's no tomorrow
Nurder shit don't feel no sorrow
Feel it when we lose one ours
Pour out liquor like rituals
Conac mixed in rozay got my mind All in a mix
All these Nike's I be coping I could Line a wall wit kicks
All this instagram stuff now had to Take a couple flicks
All these different types of diamonds Like the disco when it's lit
What's popping
Percocet all in the bottle
Popp em till I'm choking on em
Light skinned women
Dope dick had her open of it
Water whipping surfing on it
Rap shit I been working on it
Bluetooth nigga chirping off it
Gangsta put that work in on it