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lifestyle - mts sky high lyrics

[verse 1: mts sky high]
everybody know me pretty well for the sh*t talking
got a couple opps they say how he still walking
i be doing my sh*t and my plug calling
lifestyle ain’t great this weed got me coughing like
wake up get ready for the day take a perc thirty
nodding off in class still pass imma get an eighty
kick his ass on some kung fu sh*t but i ain’t sipping tea
hit him with some crazy nunchucks sh*t like i’m bruce lee
yeah we on that sh*t
bro robbing places got away he smooth like that
b*tch won’t stop talking he’ll lose his tooth like that
can’t give a f*ck bout fake b*tches we not into that
noah off a lot feel nothing he smoke like that
b*tch is an ig model might tap that ass
nevermind she has thirty bodies and she got aids
you know i can’t die like that

[verse 2: lil p*ssy juicer]
k!ll a n*gga leave his body on floor (pow)
if me and b dot spot a opp you know we boutta blow (grah)
i just plowed your b*tch like some snow
i got all the bread like some dough (pow)
extended mag hanging from below (pow, pow)
i be posted up on the block
red dot on top of the flock (grah)
2gs b*tch i hide it in my sock (pow)
cameron austen he can suck my c*ck (baw)
me and db on the way we just got the drop (pow)
paul derocher f*ck that p*ssy cop (grah)
sg 517 we the mob
strap ain’t real thats a f*cking prop (pew)
catch a n*gga lacking right at the bus stop
if a n*gga run up on me imma swing (skrrt)
b*tches know my wrist piece on bling bling (pew)
cammy so fat i call him the burger king
[verse 3: mr pack]
i throw a punch like i’m mike back in ‘96
but it get domestic i treat a woman like a b*tch
growing up i said it when i’m older i’d be getting rich
now i’m stacking green ain’t no paper but i’ll take a rip
sh*t… least i’m smoking dope tho
took another bowl i’m tryna see how low the eyes go
uncle, smoking some rock i seen the stick glow
might just pop some roomies end up in a different time zone
treat a woman like a b*tch, that’s the way round
if the head ain’t good * no lie, won’t bring my nuts out
see the way i move, no hood, i’ll bring the guns out
see the way we screwed, no food, she brought the buns out
i ain’t seen a brick, but i’ll rap bout it
gotta use the wrist, turning crack from it
hit it with a fl!ck, how you light up on it
than u smoke that sh*t * you said crack “i’m on it”
just give me my crack, i really want motherf*cking crack
i really like crack, just give me my crack
motherf*cker i’m crack, motherf*cker yeah

[verse 4: mts sky high & mr belle]
living life getting high really tryna reach the sky
harder drugs i’m gonna try people think i’m gonna die
resupply multiply sell that sh*t the feins rely
don’t you lie or it’s goodbye we gon have to crucify
walk into the building with a stick i’mma end it all
bro thought he really got away i chased him in the hall
always moving up you know i ain’t gonna f*cking fall
they know i can shoot but not the best when it comes to ball
think i’m really crazy nah i’m jus lil different
leave a mark on the neck like a f*cking serpent
cops pulling up leave the scene it is urgent
think you’ll be something but you my little servant
f*ck all you p*ssy ass b*tches think you’re f*cking funny
saying i’m broke but your fit says you got no money
keep talking crazy i’mma make your white t shirt bl**dy
if you’re still breathing by tonight then you’re f*cking lucky
dissing on these kids so much sh*t is getting old
they be on some g*y sh*t i know they be giving throat
yall making me lose brain cells like i have to go
if you don’t switch up get smoked (yeah, let me spit on this)
[verse 5: mr belle]
went away for a minute but now i say imma come back
y’all been on my d*ck for a minute but i said f*ck that
i knew i was truly great when i had n*ggas speaking whole facts
yeah already knew i was doing it different
fumbled 50 hoes chasing money was the right decision (?)
hold on yeah
but imma still come back for what’s mine when i feel it back
and everywhere i go to flex bands (?) pay back
i need a bad b*tch who love the money who could throw it back
cuz i be at the (?) making money y’all should know that
and i never sat him at peace, that’s a different (?)
and any n*gga who ain’t f*ck with that could get their head cracked
my mo* mo* hold on, my money finally looking little (?) imma spend the band
imma take the (?) get some hoe in my (?)
i ain’t sipping (?) lean in my f*cking can
(wait let me call that one lame ass bum girl real quick)
wanna talk about some type of hot threw my d*ck all in her back
talk about how you still kiss that hoe after she ate it like a snack
you a nasty n*gga
but she already told me that
you the type to ask her bout her day and hear half the facts
(d*mn, she busy right now lil bro)
he the type to crash about a hoe that don’t want him back
he want her and she want me but i don’t want that hoe
how the hoe want my time i gotta head to go
i dip my b*lls in her jaws and i let it go
i’m moving dog (?) b*tch i got a pigeon flow
well sh*t i didn’t even know i was tough i was doing it different
i didn’t even know i was… nahhh
i’m boutta spin a block now imma k!ll again
aye like a evil bro (?)
(what the f*ck?)

- mts sky high lyrics

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