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gta lyfestyle - young nudy lyrics

[intro]
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

[verse 1]
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 l!ck
i feel like franklin when i lead a l!ck
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 k!llin’ 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’ l!cks
while you was tryna flirt, i’m f*ckin’ the b*tch
you in the locker room talkin’, she suckin’ my d*ck

[chorus]
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 gl!ck
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 godd*mn hoes ’round

[verse 2]
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 (d*mn)
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 k!llers, 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)

[outro]
all these godd*mn hoes ’round

- young nudy lyrics

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