lyfestyle Lyrics

Uh,uh huh

Huh uh, von you the shit, uh

Got a bad bitch up on my dick, huh

Sippin' wockhardt, boy this not no tris

I'm sippin' lines, boy I poured a 6

Spilled wock on my ricks, huh

Choppa on my hip, try sum shit you get blicked

I'm in the trap with my twin, cooking up that white shit

AMG up on my Benz, swervin' with my white bitch

Told that boy, put down that gen, you ain't gonna light shit

All my niggas with that shit, pop out right at night bitch

It don't matter who you with, it don't matter where you at

Just pull up basket at yo tee hollows knocking off your hat

Yo, bitch talking bout von, can you pull up where you @

Lil' ho taking off her panties, I don't even want that cat

But that hoe can get me neck,

Bitch, I keep my tec, ballin' on these niggas

Cross them up like I play for the Nets

Niggas know that I'm up next, huh, that's why they upset

Tricky bitches like a dog, tell that lil' hoe to go fetch

this choppa on me weight a log, run up put your ass to rest, huh

Ricky on my shoes, Aylx up on my back

Yo, bitch ask me how I'm feelin', shit, I'm feelin' like I'm that

I don't even shop at malls, spend that shit right on the net

Lil' boy swear he like that, til we send sum shots at his neck

Uh-huh, R.I.P to him, now on to the next

Yea I double up my cup, sipping wocky' no no tess, huh

She said that I'm the best, I already knew that

All these diamonds on my wrist, lookin' like a crew wreck

Uh, swerve the GLE, almost got into a wreck

Yo hoe said that I'm the best, then I told a correct

All my niggas aim for neck, so no point in vest

Yeah, yeah, ain't no point, cause we aiming for your neck

Uh, cross these niggas up like I'm playin' for the Nets

When that shoot just all net