Lolife's Persona
(Cheat Code)
It's LoLife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Let's get it
(Ayy, Reap)
Been signed to the scale my whole life, didn't have no option
Anything I put inside my spot, I'm makin' profit
My bitches say I'm toxic, trap house beatin' like a auction
I'm like a Dodger out in L. A., difference, pitchin' boxes
My Latin bitch, she call me daddy, black ho call me papi
All my hoes conceded, pussy fiji, actin' snotty
Got on ice and I tote sticks, feel like I'm playin' hockey
Cook it like hibachi, dope the color, teriyaki
I'm beatin' the pack out on the same block that 12 patrol
They like a lawn chair in interrogation, know they fold
I'm like Shaq with the pack off of pick and roll
When Trinidad James in the trap, my smile all gold
This bitch want me to say sorry but I'm not Reuben Stutter
Dog her throat then walk that ho out, then go serve her brother
LoLife like no other, re up, trap it in the gutter
Dope the color butter, sell out, re up, sell another
I got shooters all around me like I'm Steve Kerr
I just brought this bitch to traffic these bags, she think I need her
This bitch in the field talkin' 'bout she love me, I deceive her
Quarterback the pack and make her catch it, wide receiver
Didn't need no helping hand, I got this shit here on my own
Meet my florist, grab the top shelf, sorry, don't do home grown
Shoot the boxes, then I check the tracking on my mobile phone
Knew the box would land, I see the future like Raven Symone
It's LoLife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Let's get it
(Ayy, Reap)
Been signed to the scale my whole life, didn't have no option
Anything I put inside my spot, I'm makin' profit
My bitches say I'm toxic, trap house beatin' like a auction
I'm like a Dodger out in L. A., difference, pitchin' boxes
My Latin bitch, she call me daddy, black ho call me papi
All my hoes conceded, pussy fiji, actin' snotty
Got on ice and I tote sticks, feel like I'm playin' hockey
Cook it like hibachi, dope the color, teriyaki
I'm beatin' the pack out on the same block that 12 patrol
They like a lawn chair in interrogation, know they fold
I'm like Shaq with the pack off of pick and roll
When Trinidad James in the trap, my smile all gold
This bitch want me to say sorry but I'm not Reuben Stutter
Dog her throat then walk that ho out, then go serve her brother
LoLife like no other, re up, trap it in the gutter
Dope the color butter, sell out, re up, sell another
I got shooters all around me like I'm Steve Kerr
I just brought this bitch to traffic these bags, she think I need her
This bitch in the field talkin' 'bout she love me, I deceive her
Quarterback the pack and make her catch it, wide receiver
Didn't need no helping hand, I got this shit here on my own
Meet my florist, grab the top shelf, sorry, don't do home grown
Shoot the boxes, then I check the tracking on my mobile phone
Knew the box would land, I see the future like Raven Symone
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