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Young Nudy - GTA LyfeStyle lyrics

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GTA LyfeStyle by Young Nudy


[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, nigga, 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**ch, you get checked like checkers
Head-to-head, nigga, we ain’t playin’ no chess
We bust in that door, we gon’ show who the best
Thirties and hollows, nigga, 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**ch 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**ch
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**kin’ the b**ch
You in the locker room talkin’, she suckin’ my dick
[Chorus]
Young nigga 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**ch
I ain’t finna give a b**ch 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**ch
b**ch 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
[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**ch, no other sh*t
I hang with same niggas I been rockin’ with
You try my dawg, nigga, we bustin’ your wig
The drive-by sh*t, man, we shootin’ at grandma and kids
Y’all niggas not with the sh*t
And free my homie them down in the pen
They stab a nigga 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 niggas and these statements
Talking ’bout Slime doin’ this and that
Nigga 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**ches f**kin’ for the money for fun
She really want a thousand, but I gave that b**ch some ones
Yeah, I gave the b**ch some ones (Some ones)
And I f**ked the b**ch, yeah, with my gun
In my hand, b**ch, I don’t trust nothin’ (Nah)
b**ch might be tryna get a nigga set up while he gettin’ his dick 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**k, 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 pussy niggas not f**kin’ with us
But if you play gangster, we sendin’ them slugs
And I hang with killers, they don’t give a f**k
And they like save money and drugs
I’m a young nigga like them, man, I don’t give a f**k (No, I don’t)
[Chorus]
Young nigga 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**ch
I ain’t finna give a b**ch 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**ch
b**ch 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)
[Outro]
All these goddamn hoes ’round



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