Solo Lucci, Boosie Badazz - Rap Life lyrics

Rap life
If I'm sippin' Sprite then it's muddy
(if I'm sippin' Sprite then it's muddy)
These niggas, these niggas
These niggas clowns like Krusty
These niggas clowns just like Krusty
If I fuck, if I fuck
If I fuck her once she gon' love me
If I fuck her twice then she lucky
My bitches, my bitches
My bitches bad with a whole lot of swag
If not I'll pass like I studied, swear

I hate the lil Barbie bitch
Ain't got a pot to piss
All on my horn, I am not rhinoceros
Flyin' in that foreign
Lookin' like a lil rocket ship
You broke and I am the opposite
I'm with a poppin' bitch
Ridin' behind five percent
Probably gettin' top and shit
She brought her friend with her
She like to watch and shit
I turn the antennas
Get right on top the bitch
Flow so sick you think they mopped that bitch
You know my trap house full of ammo
That bitch jumpin' like it hopped the fence
I think I might go get a Lambo
Fuck the police, I'm gon' cop that bitch
I got a throwaway, that bitch got threw away
I get that work out
Like motherfuckin' two-a days
Think I knew lipo the way I be movin' weight
I want the meal, go get you a plate, ooh
My draco hold 'bout a thirty
I'm Tiger Woods in the trap, I got birdies
Ooh a young nigga up like it's early
And I'm straight on all them lil
Hoes, used to curve me, ooh
I am perfection, I am a walking erection
I'm so high I defy gravity
All of these bottles
You think I bought me a section
I just love Actavis actually

Bitch I'm Jeezy in the trap
I'm like Gucci with the strap
Bobby Shmurda of the South
I'll air a nigga out
I got Boosie 'round my neck
Zoey Dollaz with the check
Might go Kodak on these hoes
Kill these bitches with finesse
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap life (woo)
Your favorite trapper's favorite trapper
(I am)
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
(that's me)
Your baby mama's baby daddy (woo)
Drippin' drippin' on these bastards

Mean rich nigga, Mike Tyson
Like them tit's, bitch with the ice on
In the club every night doin' fight songs
Rap lifestyle, one slip and your life gone
I'm your baby mama crush
I'm your nephew role model
I ain't gotta say suck it
I sure ain't gotta say swallow
My shooters, they shoot at Obama
I tell 'em to, this what I'm tellin' you
Niggas be clean as a bitch
When they steppin' through
Nigga gon' step on you, ahh, step on you
Ball hard, do this every summer
Me and three hoes in back of Webbie's Hummer
Bitch wasn't eatin' that bad
But it was after the Waffle House
And my dick was dinner it's a rap rap life
It started with the trap life
Real life really the field life
I can go in Fort Worth, Texas
And they'll protect me with Smith & Wesson
(Funkytown, Texas)
Bad bitch with an attitude
Nigga still got the pussy
Quarter million on the IG
Final fifty on pussy

Bitch I'm Jeezy in the trap
I'm like Gucci with the strap
Bobby Shmurda of the South
I'll air a nigga out
I got Boosie 'round my neck
Zoey Dollaz with the check
Kodak Black on these hoes
I'ma kill 'em with finesse
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rap life (skrrt skrrt)
Your favorite trapper's favorite trapper
(I am)
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
(that's me)
Your baby mama's baby daddy (hee)
Drippin' drippin' on these bastards

Rap life, rap life, rap life, rap life
Rap life, rap life, rap life, rap life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life