Viper, Bluntnose - Lettuce (Lavish Life Pt. 2) lyrics

Uh huh here's a lil somethin for you bustas
Yea

Catch me in another state, movin' big weight
Makin' top cash, while these marks wait
Wonderin' why y'all fake?
It don't make sense it don't matta
I'm tha realest thing that they'll ever dent
All these haters jealous
Cause they envy my swagga
Hit you with that heater
Make yo ass fall backwards
Fuck what they sayin', my clique is the shit
I'm the realest in the grind
And these busta's still lit
Make marks stеp up, to a killa
I'll decapitate a snitch, and then go dilla
Act big tough, with my lil nigga
Been droppin' on you busta's
Likе the Thrilla in Manila
I heard your clique finished last
Word in the hood, y'all ain't makin' no cash
While I'm out here movin' this cocaine
Makin' so much cash, you marks goin' insane
I done made it my mission
To treat these haters like competition
It's got me wonderin'
Will they ever get they money right?
It's got me happy
That they'll never join this lavish life

Lettuce life, lettuce life
That's what I'm talkin' bitch
Too slick, kush rich
I'm runnin' fuckin' toothpicks
I smoke til' I'm useless
My shit fuckin' priceless
My squad thinks I'm distant and
I wasn't always like this
Fuck em' if they jealous
They can catch one in the stomach
Doesn't matter if they with us
They won't never fuckin' cut it cut it
Imma rock the Puma's with the Benz in em'
(benzies) i think you confused
Cause your friends ain't (bitches)
I be makin' money like some gravy
(some sausage)
I got mashed potatoes with the bacon
(no turkey)
Servin' up asparagus and morphine (I take it)
Tell your boy don't call me, Imma text em'
I just sold a quarter bend in my mattress
Never got a statement that
Shit bout to happen i know a lot stressed
Cause they moved it from earth
Want to get them all the
Things that they deserve lettuce life
Lettuce life stressed out
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