La Vida (Move A Lil Different Freestyle) Lyrics

Still ain't found a chick I could trust

Or too many niggas either

That's why I call them either family or something meager

Lost leaders to sippin' liters

Puffin' more than reefers

I was composing ether off the meter

Depicting La Vida

Like a iced margarita

And a hot mamacita

Put together so soft

It's hard when I leave her

Same hood where my ken got pinned for ten dollars

Wrong sale, wrong time, sniffed out by rottweilers

Just red and blue flashes

Attackin with ratchets

Was like 65 synchronized guys with badges

Tried to make a run for home

With a bad batting average

He did, but didn't play for the league of New York

Now he gotta take that long wallk

And I know how much he hate pork

He might skin one of them down before he skate north

Hard life, move straight raw

The powder was soft

Never chipped change off

I miss my dawg rollin' with me

Sometimes you catch me racing raving down to BQE

And the diamond in the back talk and that sunroof speak

And who he talkin' groovy like his life is like a movie

But whenever Rebo wreck it

Dog It's time for them credits

Cowards snitch so much It's like I'm battling cops

You fuckers 'll get left with more cuts than Tick-Tock

This dickhead, been twat

Like what you reachin' for

You ain't heatin the four

You eatin' the floor

And now how does it feel with the blicky in your jaw

While my cup runneth over spillin' Remy on the floor

You felt my energy when I stepped in the room

My niggas is all hoodies

It's like the Legion of Doom

Hustler life

You can pay me in green or white

Or the fee is your life How you want it? the heat or the knife

Cut your tongue out while you eat your girl heat of the night

Then toss it at her like Here, finish that yourself

They hate the one with the belt, And how I sauce these tracks

So many niggas on my dick, I thought I lost my sack

Man, I'm deep in the K

It's still home but I sleep with the K

I dreamed of white and had visions of yay

Never been a Con man

I leave it in God's hands

But still I'm ready for war

Holdin' the grip steady

I steady the 4

You need to steady some more

And you can't imagine

How much I'm all about the Benji's

My girl get in the mood

My bank accounts Givenchy

Walk through my halls, my walls, you might see Da Vinci

Louis 1 3 Remy, Briefcase with the semis

With a Bible

Sittin' right next to the Quran

I ain't a demon

I been fiendin

To get this beast off my arm

I give you the whole clip

Fuck it, give him it all

I hit him on the back block

Or I can hit him in the mall

Drop him off the rooftop

Or send his ass through the floor

Hit him with the oil out the pot

Or with a broken door

Niggas want some more