Loner Life

Loner Life Lyrics

(Hzrd went crazy on that motherf**ker)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (Woo, thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (Woo)
Super trendy, put that sh*t on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

She know I got that bag, I want her back (Woo)
She know I'ma stand on this sh*t, ok
Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (Woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, woah (Woo)
My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it (Woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't f**k with them, nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the whips and you know they gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R (Double R, double R), I take the top off that muhf**ker'
I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets run like confetti, you played with it
Come from walking with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (Thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (Woo, hangover)
Super trendy, put that sh*t on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh