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