Lifestyle (feat. Big Toodie)
Weed so strong it might
Bust your ear drums
Heard you wasn't getting money
Come and get some
Drop a deuce in a sprite
Make your face numb
I see your friend bad too
We can have fun
We can have fun
You can have some
All my nîggas getting money
Ain't no dry runs
The only time you see me running
When then sirens come
White bitch want the shhh
She trynna buy some
I'm in the trenches cold as hell
Get me by the oven
Put the switchy with the fifty
Coming by the dozen
Lil bitch ask me for my name
I tell her mclovin
I'm trynna keep it in the family
Wassup with your cousin
Boy you flexing two thousand
Put that shit up
Why you sitting on your ass
Boy you need to get up
Weed so strong i think
Wop got the hick-ups
Talking bout some money
You ain't even got a ten up
Your bitch selling pussy
Let me buy some
It wasn't wet enough
So i called it dry run
Pop dark purple so i
Call the bitch barney
Pulled up to the club
And that bitch start storming
Yea i shine bright you might
Need your shades on
Toodie in this bitch cutting up
Like a blade on
Splash brother flow let me
Get my steph and klay on
Tint so dark like johnny cage did it
Glock giving bbls get
Your soul snatched
When i'm drunk in the club
Get your face smacked
Niggas really bitch made
Boy and that's straight facts
Toodie pitching bullets and
He aiming for the ball cap
Money money money money
That's all that i know
Covid-19 flow it's all in her throat
I'm the rock peoples champ
They call me the goat
I throw him in the water pennywise
Bet you he float
I see the trap ain't working
Get your cdls
Your gun ain't got no bodies get a bbl
Your bitch in my dms like
I wish you well
He talk alot of gangsta shìt
But i bet he tell
Full court press in the trap
Can't get your ball off
Wop high off a 4 i seen him nod off
Drunk as fuck with your bitch
She took my drawls off
I started this barbecue shìt
I can't fall off
She like toodie how many licks
Until the ball off
Off percs and juice i can't even
Get my rocks off
Like dumpty on the wall nigga
You get knocked off
The white a lil tan so we
Call the shit off
Call me kirko you know
I got bang in here
I ain't from california but
I got gang in here
Slid down masked up
Like it's halloween
Chop go botta boom
Glock go botta bing
Hell yea i'm getting money
What the fuck you mean
Bitches scream big toodie
When i hit the scene
Like my hundreds all blue
Yea this some different green
I ain't smoking on a blunt
This is stuffed crust
Ben simmons first round
Nigga you a true bust
Big toodie ain't getting money
Quit saying stupid stuff
Quit saying stupid shìt bitch
And i done poured so many sixes
I should play for the sixers
And i'm a barber with that tool
I should play for the clippers
They say if your bag really long
Then it really ain't tricking
Snuck my pole in the club
Now it's time to go fishing
Yea i said your pussy wack
But i swear i ain't dissing
And i'm just trynna get the money
I hope that you listen
Hope you listen bitch
Some of these hoes be dumb
Bust your ear drums
Heard you wasn't getting money
Come and get some
Drop a deuce in a sprite
Make your face numb
I see your friend bad too
We can have fun
We can have fun
You can have some
All my nîggas getting money
Ain't no dry runs
The only time you see me running
When then sirens come
White bitch want the shhh
She trynna buy some
I'm in the trenches cold as hell
Get me by the oven
Put the switchy with the fifty
Coming by the dozen
Lil bitch ask me for my name
I tell her mclovin
I'm trynna keep it in the family
Wassup with your cousin
Boy you flexing two thousand
Put that shit up
Why you sitting on your ass
Boy you need to get up
Weed so strong i think
Wop got the hick-ups
Talking bout some money
You ain't even got a ten up
Your bitch selling pussy
Let me buy some
It wasn't wet enough
So i called it dry run
Pop dark purple so i
Call the bitch barney
Pulled up to the club
And that bitch start storming
Yea i shine bright you might
Need your shades on
Toodie in this bitch cutting up
Like a blade on
Splash brother flow let me
Get my steph and klay on
Tint so dark like johnny cage did it
Glock giving bbls get
Your soul snatched
When i'm drunk in the club
Get your face smacked
Niggas really bitch made
Boy and that's straight facts
Toodie pitching bullets and
He aiming for the ball cap
Money money money money
That's all that i know
Covid-19 flow it's all in her throat
I'm the rock peoples champ
They call me the goat
I throw him in the water pennywise
Bet you he float
I see the trap ain't working
Get your cdls
Your gun ain't got no bodies get a bbl
Your bitch in my dms like
I wish you well
He talk alot of gangsta shìt
But i bet he tell
Full court press in the trap
Can't get your ball off
Wop high off a 4 i seen him nod off
Drunk as fuck with your bitch
She took my drawls off
I started this barbecue shìt
I can't fall off
She like toodie how many licks
Until the ball off
Off percs and juice i can't even
Get my rocks off
Like dumpty on the wall nigga
You get knocked off
The white a lil tan so we
Call the shit off
Call me kirko you know
I got bang in here
I ain't from california but
I got gang in here
Slid down masked up
Like it's halloween
Chop go botta boom
Glock go botta bing
Hell yea i'm getting money
What the fuck you mean
Bitches scream big toodie
When i hit the scene
Like my hundreds all blue
Yea this some different green
I ain't smoking on a blunt
This is stuffed crust
Ben simmons first round
Nigga you a true bust
Big toodie ain't getting money
Quit saying stupid stuff
Quit saying stupid shìt bitch
And i done poured so many sixes
I should play for the sixers
And i'm a barber with that tool
I should play for the clippers
They say if your bag really long
Then it really ain't tricking
Snuck my pole in the club
Now it's time to go fishing
Yea i said your pussy wack
But i swear i ain't dissing
And i'm just trynna get the money
I hope that you listen
Hope you listen bitch
Some of these hoes be dumb
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Writer(s): William Mason
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