Lil Boosie - Lifestyle (G-Mix) Lyrics

Boosie Badazz
Real lifestyle, nigga
Uncut and explicit
Straight up

Lord knows
These bitch niggas couldn't live my cold lifestyle
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now (pussy ass niggas)
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters (Damn right, damn right)
We don't rap beef like y'all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya

What you know 'bout riding strapped in a drop top
Finger on the trigger in the rearview Glock hot
Nigga tryna snatch ya girl from the hair spot (cold)
Fighting extortion from the narcotics (cold)
Hitters on the backseat and them thangs cocked (cold)
Burning niggas homes 'til they run out
At the graveyard watching my homeboys
Momma cried tears so you know that it's on, boy

Picture perfect ain't the word for this lifestyle
Loan sharking niggas, that don't deserve to live this lifestyle
Penitentiary chances on the daily
Shootouts every week, shit deep, God saved me
Going to war for the same niggas that betrayed me
Attitude real rude, f*ck you pay me (nigga)
In louisiana where the streets ain't gravy
Yeah, I'll lay down anybody just to live like Baby

Lord knows
These bitch niggas couldn't live my cold lifestyle
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now (pussy ass niggas)
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters (Damn right, damn right)
We don't rap beef like y'all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya

Sickest clique ever did it, we don't talk shit (cold)
How I live, a gun a part of my outfit (cold)
Take a pick, replace the six with the soda
It's a front so if the nigga complain, game over
Y'all live a rap lifestyle, mine colder
One of the few you could believe what they told you
All day stalking, we click clacking
Studying niggas moves it's cool, send a bitch at 'em (cold)
F.N rip a nigga til' holla'
Crime scene lost 'cause they thinking it's a choppa
Real homework and I ain't talking 'bout a scholar
Jump out sick, when I'm worth a million dollars
Living like this, then you got a million problems
In and out of courts, beefin' with your baby momma's (cold)
You want beef? Then that beef shit we got it
Whole clique murder ones, but we walk 'cause we solid

Lord knows
These bitch niggas couldn't live my cold lifestyle
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now (pussy ass niggas)
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters (Damn right, damn right)
We don't rap beef like y'all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya

Making niggas pay draft, this is real talk (cold)
Wink my eye, have you gone a real boss
Thugging hard in Angola, on that real walk
Every nigga I done beefed wit had a big heart
Evil, the same place I see ya I leave ya
Going in niggas pockets, on GP ?
Hit the club after I bleed you to tease you
Everybody strapped to the max, even Nita
Shit, taking niggas chains off they neck (cold)
Want it back? Then I gotta get a check (cold)
On Plank Road and they rip out the vet
Glock's on the dresser every time I have sex (cold)
Swerving down niggas block, vest up
Auntie telling me to change 'cause I'm living messed up (straight up)
F*ck rain, this is thunder mane
Director stole my script for the Hunger Games (Boosie)

Lord knows
These bitch niggas couldn't live my cold lifestyle
If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now (pussy ass niggas)
Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters (Damn right, damn right)
We don't rap beef like y'all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya