Dreamville & Bas – Lifestyle Lyrics

Lifestyle Lyrics – Dreamville & Bas

Yeah
This lifestyle not for you but it’s for me, yeah
Dreamville’s finest (Real shit)
Bas (Yeah)
DJ Drama (Woo, woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should
Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood
Niggas send payment, the bag ain’t good
Niggas got sense but they act no good (Right)

Slide through a lot of them, bitches is starstruck
Hop in the ride that we took in the Tri
Couple lines in the truck and they all fuck (Damn)
They might say what’s up when they see me ’round the city
But really no reason to talk much
Dinner at Nice Guy, but no nice guys here
I’m toe-taggin’, no Bilbo Baggins, y’all comin’ up short
Take a recess, this a heat check, yeah (Coo-coo, damn)
Shawty let me hit it quick, it’s a clear with a pre-check (Yeah)
This lifestyle not for you but it’s for me (What?)
Seen it myself for years, the vision is mine
Alone, just me, myself, no peers (Yeah)
Yeah (Woo, woo, woo, let’s work)
I don’t know who hypin’ them boys
I’m done givin’ life for the noise
I give you my life from the source
I don’t even write anymore, yeah (Gangsta, yeah)
Get in and drove like it’s whippin’ the stove
That bitch break hards like habits, no days off, no Sabbath
No snakes in my yard, no rabbits (Woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (Yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (Yeah)
Niggas send payment, the bag ain’t good (Yeah)
Niggas got sense but they act no good (Right)
Still the same money, this a band (Yeah)
I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (Yeah)
Stuck between stuntin’ and a miracle, for real (Coo-coo, hey)

Let’s explore the moment
Niggas ain’t outside, they agoraphobic
If you see me live, nigga, you would know it
Hoes jumping’ on my dick, it do aerobics
Bas like P90X (Yeah, woah)
Boss like, we write the checks
Now floss like we like to flex (Woo)
Buss down, buss down, buss down (Right, right, right, hey)
AMG, no bus now
Amiri jeans, SB Dunks with a Fiends tee, no button down (Woo)
Respectful, niggas blasphemy, don’t fuck around (Ayy)
You fuck around if you wanna, you fuck around if you wanna
This lifestyle not for you, but it’s for me (Woo), Basi

Bas, I’ma go without the ad-libs
(Hoo, hoo) Heh, nah
Cigars in the booth and I puff it like, “Poof”
And I don’t understand what got into me
Got a couple of troops that’ll bust out the roof
If I’m ready to ride on my enemy
And you rappers that stole my identity
And I really know why ain’t feelin’ me
I bust on the buck with Tiffany
And these bitches just stole my virginity
And I’m never rehearsin’, I’m makin’ a million a verse
Just like Swizzy and Timothy
Never provoke with the G.O.A.T. ’cause I want all the smoke
You could call me a chimney
And I really want ass but I settle for throat
I just ain’t a big rider, the widow’s peak
Aim at your head when I kill the beat
Spaghetti, you’re shells like Italy

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (Yeah)
Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (Yeah)
Niggas send payment, the bag ain’t good (Yeah)
Niggas got sense but they act no good (Right)
Still the same money, this a band (Yeah)
I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (Yeah)
Stuck between stuntin’ and a miracle, for real

A’ight, now close your eyes
Think about your wildest dreams
You ready?
And you still couldn’t do this
Gangsta Grillz

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