YoungBoy Never Broke Again - La Vida Loca

Livin' la vida loca (Sauceboy shit) Sellin' hit grams of the coca (oh, 10) I cannot serve you if I don't know you I'ma do what I go do, and I need you to hold me down We gon' cop 350 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 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 I'ma do what I go do, and I need you to hold me down We gon' cop 350 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 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' 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)