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Uh, Uh TopOpp shit 6ix shit Go Lifestyle, that I live, she don't wanna deal with it Say I be with too many bitches, but I just try to mind my business Them bags been played with, if it ain't no vacuum seal with it Mama said: Why you always fucked up? Nigga, you the meal ticket Threw back three of them things some hours ago Nigga, I'm still itchin' It's fuck twelve the 45 hit him, he scream like a K-9 bit 'em My bro said he tryna make niggas examples And I feel with him Hit that one way throwin', we pull off down the street, he still tryna hit 'em Throwin' slick shots in them interviews, I was tryna kill with 'em Sittin' at the table with some white men, talkin' bout six figures He was bangin' blood but now he Crip, he Tommy Hilfiger I done let off rounds and took off out of town, for a lil' minute Niggas mad, I done turnt up and made it out my city I need three shots, to that boy head, I ain't [?] I go broke, I'm slimin' niggas down, give me that Richard Mille Chasing the high, I'm fucked up, just thinkin' bout who really with me Snitchin' on your mans, so why the fuck would you think we'd be friends? Done ran up too much bands, it can't even fit up in my rubber bands She get in one glance of all this cash, she tryna pull down her pants Get blew down nigga, I ain't tryna wrestle, ain't Beasley and Lance She just got her lashes done, tryna seduce me I want a million dollars, she want designer two-piece I don't care to follow hoes, she might be a groupie And my tolerance too high to die from pills, you gotta shoot me She get, what she want 'cause she's bougie They know, our relationship's just like a movie Drop a bag, get a nigga block wet like jacuzzi And that's what I'm used to, so I let 'em use me (uh, uh) Lifestyle, that I live, she don't wanna deal with it Say I be with too many bitches, but I just try to mind my business Them bags been played with, if it ain't no vacuum seal with it Mama said: Why you always fucked up? Nigga, you the meal ticket Threw back three of them things, some hours ago Nigga, I'm still itchin' It's fuck twelve the 45 hit him, he scream like a K-9 bit 'em My bro said he tryna make niggas examples And I feel with him Hit that one way throwin', we pull off down the street, he still tryna hit