Lifestyle ft. Amant Okane Lyrics

(I can't see you)

I tend to go real hard when I'm in it

I'll let the pistol whip and if you talk down i'll let that Bitch sing

Haven't been sober in a minute

Smoke to cope with the feelings, killin' those things

I just be dressin' up nicely, I'm tryna run it up

Cause my lifestyle pricey

I know you don't like me

They hate cause my neck and wrist stay icy

Don't hate cause I'm froze

Think you better focus on finding some hoes

And I'll never go broke

Get rich or die trying, that's my motto

Yea i'll smoke, but I'm not talking coke, no, I'm Talking about your folks

Run it up, run it up, yeah

Swear to God, this is my year

instill the opps with some fear

I'm in the function don't get near

Yeah, I'm in this bitch with my gun

I love it treat it like my son

My scope made these niggas run

I count up, I count funds

I'll blow this bitch just for fun

Don't try me, it won't be none

Little nigga, you look like a honey bun

Tell those niggas to bring me my money

(Tell those niggas to bring me my money)

This bitch all on me, get off

And they talking shit because my racks tall

Who are you? Nigga, your fits soft

Don't think that I don't see all of y'all

Don't think that I can see through y'all

Man, I geeked up, I'm chilling in space

Don't want to fuck, bitch, I only want the face

If we a deck of cards nigga i'm the ace

And don't get sad because she went my way

(Archive Slayer)

Tell that fuck nigga get out the way

Tell that pussy boy get off my wave

I can fuck her, but she can't be saved

I can't save her, but she can be slayed

Only want me because of my name

Only talking to me since I'm paid

I can't even tell you what I made

But I still want more

Said she got a man, but she still on go

Fuck don't walk around with a steel on bro

Nigga talk down and the gang on go

Drop a couple racks on my new chain glow

Hit her from the back, I just stay in your hoe

Don't you ever lack, or your brain get blown

I could spend a rack, get your whole brain gone

What's your issue, nigga?

I got some brand new triggers

Gotta say no homo, but

That pistol going to kiss a nigga

And that dick gon' hit you too

I just smoke and listen to my interludes

Told her spit on that dick I'm not into lube

I know you love me girl but i'm not into you

I just took me an X but i'm sipping to

Yeah, I'm sipping too

Yeah, I'm pouring fours

Bitches Joshing got drac's like OVO

Nigga, sick as the fuck, like Polio

Don't got a crib, but he got a rollie though

Like, make it make sense

Fuck it, make a few cents

Fuck it, make a few bucks

I tend to go real hard when I'm in it

I'll let the pistol whip and if you talk down i'll let that Bitch sing

Haven't been sober in a minute

Smoke to cope with the feelings, killin' those things

I just be dressin' up nicely, I'm tryna run it up

Cause my lifestyle pricey

I know you don't like me

They hate cause my neck and wrist stay icy

Don't hate cause I'm froze

Think you better focus on finding some hoes

And I'll never go broke

Get rich or die trying, that's my motto

Yea i'll smoke, but I'm not talking coke, no, I'm Talking about your folks