StanWill - Lifestyle lyrics
[StanWill - Lifestyle lyrics]
(You're not making this easy, Kyle)
Whole gang in Goose coats
Flying south for them jacks like we migrating
Gang throwing up the set
That ain’t sign language
Caught him on the seven
Funny how that 9 ate him posted up on 9 Mile
I could up the Glock or beat
Him like I'm Bye Kyle
Used to couldn't see the vision
Now my sight dial
Four figure fit's, foreign whips
This my life now this my lifestyle
Thousand dollar pints now
Bitch, I’m five figures in on the ice now
Thirty hang out every Glocky
I don't fight now (They don't do no barking
All my dawgs know is bite down)
Four cheeks, one room
Two hoes tryna fuck yo baby
Quarterbacking in that field
Yelling hut likе Brady
ARPs, PLRs, I think cuz the Navy
Right hand to God I ain't gay
But I love the Franklins
Shе ain't giving head up?
Tell her "do svidaniya"
(Fuck on, get outta here, bitch, scram)
Tryna sail? Bet our waves hit
The boat you ride
Just wait till that engine blow
You gon' know who ride, no cap
5th Generation Glock
It'll be a cold day in Hell if my blick jam
Pour seven deuces up, yelling RIP $cam
Money on the floor? I tell a bitch scram
Pop the stitches in my Mike Amiris
All this shit crammed
All this motherfucking dog shit
Need a roll of Charmin
Anywhere you see me at
Got the pole regardless
Bitches in the spaceship like
The hoes was Martians
Every worker know my government
I blow pros in Barneys
Whole gang in Goose coats
Flying south for them jacks like we migrating
Gang throwing up the set
That ain't sign language
Caught him on the seven
Funny how that 9 ate him posted up on 9 Mile
I could up the Glock or beat
Him like I’m Bye Kyle
Used to couldn’t see the vision
Now my sight dial
Four figure fish, foreign whips
This my life now this my lifestyle
Whole gang in Goose coats
Flying south for them jacks like we migrating
Gang throwing up the set
That ain’t sign language
Caught him on the seven
Funny how that 9 ate him posted up on 9 Mile
I could up the Glock or beat
Him like I'm Bye Kyle
Used to couldn't see the vision
Now my sight dial
Four figure fit's, foreign whips
This my life now this my lifestyle
Thousand dollar pints now
Bitch, I’m five figures in on the ice now
Thirty hang out every Glocky
I don't fight now (They don't do no barking
All my dawgs know is bite down)
Four cheeks, one room
Two hoes tryna fuck yo baby
Quarterbacking in that field
Yelling hut likе Brady
ARPs, PLRs, I think cuz the Navy
Right hand to God I ain't gay
But I love the Franklins
Shе ain't giving head up?
Tell her "do svidaniya"
(Fuck on, get outta here, bitch, scram)
Tryna sail? Bet our waves hit
The boat you ride
Just wait till that engine blow
You gon' know who ride, no cap
5th Generation Glock
It'll be a cold day in Hell if my blick jam
Pour seven deuces up, yelling RIP $cam
Money on the floor? I tell a bitch scram
Pop the stitches in my Mike Amiris
All this shit crammed
All this motherfucking dog shit
Need a roll of Charmin
Anywhere you see me at
Got the pole regardless
Bitches in the spaceship like
The hoes was Martians
Every worker know my government
I blow pros in Barneys
Whole gang in Goose coats
Flying south for them jacks like we migrating
Gang throwing up the set
That ain't sign language
Caught him on the seven
Funny how that 9 ate him posted up on 9 Mile
I could up the Glock or beat
Him like I’m Bye Kyle
Used to couldn’t see the vision
Now my sight dial
Four figure fish, foreign whips
This my life now this my lifestyle