GTA Lyfestyle by Young Nudy
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, ***, 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 ***, can’t check it
Play with me, ***, you get checked like checkers
Head-to-head, ***, we ain’t playin’ no chess
We bust in that door, we gon’ show who the best
Thirties and hollows, ***, 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 *** 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 ***
You act like you macho, I show you a ***
I’m East Atlanta and I stand on this ***
I’m ’bout that gunplay, yeah, I’m straight from the bricks
I’m really gangster, you not built for this ***
When you was in the school, I was hittin’ licks
While you was tryna flirt, I’m ***’ the ***
You in the locker room talkin’, she suckin’ my ***
Young *** ***
Now I get money, I came from ***
Now I got this money, I’m rich
Now I ain’t worried ’bout no ***
I ain’t finna give a *** ***
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 ***
I pull out the toilet, shittin’ on your ***
*** 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 *** 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 ***
I’m gettin’ money, not above this ***
I still trap, make money with my brother, ***, no other ***
I hang with same niggas I been rockin’ with
You try my dawg, ***, we bustin’ your wig
The drive-by ***, man, we shootin’ at grandma and kids
Y’all niggas not with the ***
And free my homie them down in the pen
They *** a *** just to get the *** in
They handle this and then they handle that
And then they Cash App, you know I get this *** in
And don’t say my name when you in the pen
You know you niggas and these statements
Talking ’bout Slime doin’ this and that
*** can’t say ***, I don’t say ***
I don’t know ***, no ho ***
Got plenty money, no broke ***
I pay my lawyer just to handle it
Then it get done quick, yeah
Sick with the money, do ***, get it done
These *** ***’ for the money for fun
She really want a thousand, but I gave that *** some ones
Yeah, I gave the *** some ones (Some ones)
And I *** the ***, yeah, with my ***
In my hand, ***, I don’t trust nothin’ (Nah)
*** might be tryna get a *** set up while he gettin’ his *** 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 ***, I’m on the block, I’m posted with the thugs
And I got my ***, me and my cut
And I really don’t need it ’cause I know these *** niggas not ***’ with us
But if you play gangster, we sendin’ them slugs
And I hang with killers, they don’t give a ***
And they like save money and drugs
I’m a young *** like them, man, I don’t give a *** (No, I don’t)
Young *** ***
Now I get money, I came from ***
Now I got this money, I’m rich
Now I ain’t worried ’bout no ***
I ain’t finna give a *** ***
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 ***
I pull out the toilet, shittin’ on your ***
*** 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 *** 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
