La Vida Loca

[Intro]
Livin' la vida loca (Sauceboy shit)
Sellin' hit grams of the coca (Oh, 10)
I cannot serve you if I don't know you

[Chorus]
I'ma do what I go do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear I really live it
Racing modifications on a Maserati engine

[Verse]
From the block how we came out, now I'm just lookin' at us now
Check the timin' on my watch, I think my moment be right now
I been tryna speak your love language, fans need me to drop
All the fiends need drop, she don't love me, no
Perfect perfection, feelin' on your waist, so I caress it
I been beggin' you to come this way, you been makin' me feel real neglected
Usually I'm a gangster, I don't like to play, I'm known to stretch shit, this me
Test me, TEC spit, you get your shit bust up in the street
I'm a dirty bitch, ho walk 'round with that pink thing
Shawty know that I'm a dog, she wan' come with me and breed
She wan' go a second round, but I lay down, I'm on lean
I was sellin' crumbs to the bums right in the slums, American dream
I was swervin', gettin' dirty, gotta watch myself
On my waist, I tuck a 30 with my Chrome Heart belt
She ain't understand it, so she worried, all this pain I felt
I end up dyin' in the streets, I'll never make it out of here
I been sittin' high, lookin' low
I don't give no fuck 'bout how a nigga feel
And I been lovin', I been missin' you so long
And I hope that you'd rather be nowhere but here
Dollars and deals
You could drive the package if you willin'
You know that lil' nigga that be poppin' wheelies? Get up with you like he gated
Gangster bitch, it's murder in the city
Real authentic, all these problems that we facin', altercation, break it
I promise I'll cut her off, I see she fakin' (Rrt)
I ain't tryna get put to sleep, my dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica
Not a rasta, the powah, the bomclat, I'll show him somethin' later
Blow the Smith, they feel it and all rise for a dumb hater
You used to serve who Karo? Bitch, and you'll get sent to your fuckin' maker, 5

[Chorus]
I'ma do what I go do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear I really live it
Racing modifications on a Maserati engine

[Post Chorus]
It's a wild, wild life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
It's a wild, wild life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
Thuggin' all my life to the limit, the limit
It's a wild, wild life that I'm livin', I'm livin'

[Outro]
C'est la vie, kumbaya
My'ya, my'ya
Haha, 'ana shw 'ana la mushkila
I just want reefer
Shit, 5, we live, we live like the reaper
Dollars and deals
Come check it out, come on, come on, check it out
Niggas get they ass killed, boy, 'Veeta
(Sauceboy shit)
(Say, 10, stay dangerous)