Lifestyle Lyrics

Let's go… Let's go

Let's go, Let's go

Let's go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah!

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it!

Ispy with my wit my little eye

A baddie I get cause she gon turn into my wife

U try to run up on me just know you gone lose yo life

But it's whatever bro I be high up in the sky

Pull up in a brand new lamb truck

Eating Benihana's im sippin on some fanta

Me and my gang we getting our bands up

She wanna click wit us, she want her fans up

Me and my brudda we cashin out

Walk inna function i'm flashing out

Palm angels on me, i'm gassin out

Walking pass yo chick, she passin out

Better watch yo step, before you get layed out

Invest myself, keep a check to get paid out

Had to get it my lonely, you lul' boy is phony

Better have to watch what the hell you say now

Walk up in public, You know i be gassin out

off the wall brodie thrashing out

They really used to be laughing and evny me

Look at the one who be laughing now

I-I-Ispy with my wit my little eye

A baddie I get cause she gon turn into my wife

It's my lifestyle

Lul boy stop you better pipe down

Mad i know i'm the shit now

When I say shut up babygirl sit down

Back to back i'm dropping hits now

Cash on cash she wanna flick now

Imma beast i'm boutta flip out

Fucking up the system i'm boutta glitch out

Punch his stomach, make a nigga shit out

She like sellout you my favorite artist and I can't believe u came up, you sick now

All this ice all me, boutta slip now

(Ouuu wait whats going on)

(She wanna huh?)

(She wanna)

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce it

Bounce it, bounce!

Feel like i'm tana, I get me a grammy

Slump that boy, made him cry to his mami

All these blues on me, I can't even see

Drippin finesse, getting paid cardi B

Had to hit up rolo for this beat

How you riding through town thinkin shitt sweet

Prada, gucci, louis shoes on my feet

Pockets getting fatter, only increase

Pull up in a brand new lamb truck

Eating bennyhannas im sippin on some fanta

Me and my gang we getting our bands up

She wanna click wit us, she want her fans up

Me and my brudda we cashin out

Walk inna function i'm flashing out

Palm angels on me, i'm gassin out

Walking pass yo chick, she passin out

(Ahh)

I-I-Ispy with my wit my little eye

A baddie I get cause she gon turn into my wife

(Woah)

(Can you feel what I feel?)

(I know you can)

(Oh my god!)

(It's LaSellout!)