GTA Lyfestyle

All that
All that
This, this is my lifestyle, this is me
You know me, baby, Slimeball (COUPE)
Yeah, you know I'm on the block, n*gga, uh
You know, I'm on the block with my Nikes on
My G-Star jeans, you know what I mean? You know
My shirt (My lifestyle), my plain t-shirt (This my lifestyle)
The Glock 30 work
He's a big stepper, talk that sh*t, can't check it
Play with me, b*tch, you get checked like checkers
Head-to-head, n*gga, we ain't playin' no chess
We bust in that door, we gon' show who the best
Thirties and hollows, n*gga, where you at?
Hang out the roof, shootin' out a 'Vette
Grand Theft Auto, when I do a donut on your block, I'ma shoot with the stick (Grand Theft Auto)
I feel like Michael when I hit a lick
I feel like Franklin when I lead a lick
Swervin' through the traffic, gettin' away from 12
Hit the booty club and blow me some L's
Blowin' that money on that b*tch in front me
Smokin' that green sticky like a Kermit
Feelin' like Frogger, leap and hit the stick
And when I aim at you, I swear I won't miss
I'm killin' my opps and ain't worried 'bout sh*t
You act like you macho, I show you a b*tch
I'm East Atlanta and I stand on this sh*t
I'm 'bout that gunplay, yeah, I'm straight from the bricks
I'm really gangster, you not built for this sh*t
When you was in the school, I was hittin' licks
While you was tryna flirt, I'm f*ckin' the b*tch
You in the locker room talkin', she suckin' my d*ck
Young n*gga sh*t
Now I get money, I came from sh*t
Now I got this money, I'm rich
Now I ain't worried 'bout no b*tch
I ain't finna give a b*tch sh*t
You talkin' 'bout the setup, get hit with the glick
I'm psycho, maniac when I got the stick
I'm movin' so gangster, yeah, I'm with the sh*t
I pull out the toilet, sh*ttin' on your b*tch
B*tch said I wasn't gon' be nothin', but I am
I came a long way from smokin' a gram
I smoke out the pound, I smoke up an ounce
That thirty minute smoke, that sh*t is so loud
I'm kickin' and boolin' in the 'yo now
It's thirty thousand for a show now
So I gotta go hard now, I need more now
All these goddamn hoes 'round
Yeah, you know that this lifestyle, man, I love this sh*t
I'm gettin' money, not above this sh*t
I still trap, make money with my brother, b*tch, no other sh*t
I hang with same n*ggas I been rockin' with
You try my dawg, n*gga, we bustin' your wig
The drive-by sh*t, man, we shootin' at grandma and kids
Y'all n*ggas not with the sh*t
And free my homie them down in the pen
They stab a n*gga just to get the sh*t in
They handle this and then they handle that
And then they Cash App, you know I get this sh*t in
And don't say my name when you in the pen
You know you n*ggas and these statements
Talking 'bout Slime doin' this and that
N*gga can't say sh*t, I don't say sh*t
I don't know sh*t, no ho sh*t
Got plenty money, no broke sh*t
I pay my lawyer just to handle it
Then it get done quick, yeah
Sick with the money, do sh*t, get it done
These b*tches f*ckin' for the money for fun
She really want a thousand, but I gave that b*tch some ones
Yeah, I gave the b*tch some ones (Some ones)
And I f*cked the b*tch, yeah, with my gun
In my hand, b*tch, I don't trust nothin' (Nah)
B*tch might be tryna get a n*gga set up while he gettin' his d*ck sucked (Damn)
But it might be the drugs
'Cause I'm trippin', I'm sippin' the uh (Uh), yeah
Dirty that mud, know I like drugs all in my cup
I don't give a f*ck, I'm on the block, I'm posted with the thugs
And I got my gun, me and my cut
And I really don't need it 'cause I know these p*ssy n*ggas not f*ckin' with us
But if you play gangster, we sendin' them slugs
And I hang with killers, they don't give a f*ck
And they like save money and drugs
I'm a young n*gga like them, man, I don't give a f*ck (No, I don't)
Young n*gga sh*t
Now I get money, I came from sh*t
Now I got this money, I'm rich
Now I ain't worried 'bout no b*tch
I ain't finna give a b*tch sh*t
You talkin' 'bout the setup, get hit with the glick
I'm psycho, maniac when I got the stick
I'm movin' so gangster, yeah, I'm with the sh*t
I pull out the toilet, sh*ttin' on your b*tch
B*tch said I wasn't gon' be nothin', but I am
I came a long way from smokin' a gram
I smoke out the pound, I smoke up an ounce
That thirty minute smoke, that sh*t is so loud
I'm kickin' and boolin' in the 'yo now
It's thirty thousand for a show now
So I gotta go hard now, I need more now
All these goddamn hoes 'round (Goddamn hoes 'round)
All these goddamn hoes 'round