lifestyle twin

[Intro]
(Lifestyle)

[Verse 1: slip2crzyy]
Yuh
Fuck the bread, I need a money counter
I was shutting down quick ‘til the silence over
Bitch stacking my chips ‘til it’s falling over
‘Til it’s falling over (yuh)
I can’t ball in Nova (uh)
I just picked up on the pack, yeah, it’s fully loaded
How I spent this money fast? I got extra loans
How I spend this money, uh, Cali catch a Rover (catch a Rover)
I can’t ball alone, now I got my money fold
She blowing up my phone, I let it go (go, oh, oh)
I’m tryna get to know you, let me know (know, oh oh)
You know? (ha ha)
Kapo in the Benz, shit, I’m tryna bring a thottie, though
Fuck her on demand, I might hit it like it’s protocol
She ain’t seeing me, I just slid back in that party though (woah)
I thought it was an X but it was floating out my body, ho (uh, uh)
They won’t step to me, they stealing style though (oh, oh, oh)
They stealing style though, yuh

[Interlude: osmkapo]
Baby lifestyle
Long lifestyle, all the time
(Slatt, slatt, slatt)

[Verse 2: osmkapo]
I just took another tab, so I’m high as fuck
I just made my money back, so I’m turnt as fuck (fuck)
I just rolled me some more gas, come on, turn me up (slatt, slatt)
I just rolled me some more gas, come on, turn me up (up!)
We got all the guns, we got all the guns (yuh)
We got all the funds, we got all the funds (yeah)
She said “you love me”, huh
I don’t even love no one
She said “you trust me”, huh (me)
I can’t trust no one
Pop up, that’s on the tag
Pop a pink flat
Pop a pussy nigga, huh, thinking that he that
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bullets flying, slatt (slatt, slatt)
Slatt, slatt, slatt (uh, oh)
I got my rackies up (I did)
Bad bitch, she just wan’ fuck (just fuck)
I got my rackies up (up)
Lil bitch, just test your luck
Lil bitch, just test your luck
Lil bitch, just test your luck
Lil bitch, just test your luck
Lil bitch, just test your luck

[Verse 3: slip2crzyy]
I got it, slatt, you know what’s up
My marker got it low
My conscious singing, I been hitting bitches, high C note (note)
It’s lifestyle baby with my twin, I’m cutting ties with you (you)
Oh, that’s your mans, he ain’t slatt, he won’t blast for you

[Interlude: osmkapo]
I been on my shit, but still keep killers behind me
He ‘posed to be top dawg, damn, but he turned to a zombie
Shawty want me knocked off, she talking ‘bout it’s my fault
We taking his head off, yeah, my niggas don’t play ‘bout me

[Verse 4: slip2crzyy]
My bitch so mad ‘cause I got back and I went overseas
I never got a one or ten or twenty on my jeans (uh)
If it ain’t hunnid up, I cannot pop with ya
I been in love, but it never really went this far (yeah, yeah)

[Outro: slip2crzyy & osmkapo]
(Woah, woah)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, yuh)
(I just wan’ feel so in love)
(I don’t wanna feel, tell ‘em pour me numb)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)