Huge Lifestyle

[Intro]
Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?

[Verse 1: GTP Daidoe]
We can get it white or we can get it tan
I can take off with a 100K, just need the perfect BIN
Storage full, I need to make some space just for the VPN
Lately I been fucking with the white and I just play with scams
Damn, I can go fed
Yo bitch eat dick, I'm really tryna take off with her head
We tote big Glocks, just say the word and you gon' end up dead
You ain't kill nothing, just be capping, tryna say you did
I'll pimp something like the extras on a Wonder Bread
We gon' hit the road for the shh, I don't Wonderland
I know a hooper that's gon' shoot the bag, he don't know how to jam
Damn, I need a real bitch
That's on the shit doing her day, ain't gotta steal fits
Unky said he barely hit the baggy but it still hit
Shorty only had a shot of Henny and she still lit
I don't care if baby got a nigga, I'ma still trick
I was fucking hoes before puberty
Bitch mad, I just wanna fuck, this bitch ain't used to me
Brodie got a chain for ten racks, it's a Cuban link
Bro like, "Why you sleeping with that Glock?", how I'm supposed to sleep?
Ayy, I ain't got no heart
I put blood and tears in this shit, you don't want no part
Mix the Sprite with some red shit, I'm 'bout to make it dark
Fucked the pussy for a couple minutes, 'bout to make it fart

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
I been scamming five plus, huh, fuck yo EDD
I been passing plays 'round this bitch like fuck a CP3
I'll knock yo power clean out like fuck a DTE
One profile, two punches, I make three a piece
Big 'Woods, big Triple S, lifestyle huge
If the pint man had square cash, I'll swipe the juice
Jeff cashed the buffs off the giffies, that's the swiper view
I be tripping, spend a thousand dollars on some Nike shoes
Huh, Travis Scott, zazas, I'm a astronaut
Used to pass the rock, now I'm in the field with straps and Glocks
These Amiri thigh pads, you ain't never had a knot
Treat yo bitch crib like it's mine, I ain't have to knock
Straight drop, yes, Wock', this a magic pop
Feel like DZ, turn around, see the opps and burn 'em down
Unkie in the kitchen with a mask like it's germs around
Hoes used to spin me, fuck around and David Stern 'em now
Walk in the function big now, I'm who you heard about

[Verse 3: GTP Daidoe]
I think I'm getting dizzy now from all these turn arounds
Baby, I ain't really tryna fuck, just let me see the mouth
He thought he was hiding till we caught him lacking in the house
This phone never ring, it's for illegal shit
I just caught a play out the way where the beagles blitz
Bro push two hundred in the car, that's a demon BIN
It's three of us, we all poured up a six, on some evil shit

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Fendi sweater, mad face, left him with a sad face
Boy, you fucked up, I'm upping twenty on a bad day
Back to back Scats, 'RTs, we finna drag race
You could be a fucking D end and wouldn't sack chase
You could be a fucking math teacher and wouldn't have pape
You could be the fucking Big Show, you wouldn't have weight
How the fuck you sliding? You ain't even got a half tank
I don't got a job, I catch jacks and I crack banks