Gangsta Vybes (Gangstafied) [feat. B.G.]

(Scalez)

We live in a life of crime (Crime), lies (Lies), deceit (Deceit), disloyalty (Disloyalty)

Fake **** fucked up the streets with all this poison (Ayy, this fake shit)

Anything pop out (What?), motherfuckers recordin' it (That's crazy)

Broke bitches choicy (Huh?), damn, my mama warned me (Yeah, she told me)

Damn, I should've listened (Shit)

Damn, I should've listened (Fuck)

Three days ago, I found out my young **** snitchin' (That's crazy)

Takin' care of my kids, baby mama still bitchin' (Bitchin')

Broke **** trickin', spinnin', fallin' in they feelings

Goin' head first, purse first, ass last

Get the bread first (Let me get that)

I'm the boss, I'm the king, I get fed first (Me)

You run it up, they lock you up, give you a fed shirt (That's fucked up)

That's how the feds work (That's how it go)

We in a lose, lose (Lose) situation, gotta face it (Gotta face it)

Go get your money (Go get it)

You gon' get caught procrastinatin' (For real)

You playin' killer (Stop), but gon' get killed for perpetratin' (For real)

I'll body one of these ****, but that's just too much information (Can't say that)

Same gang (Same), same ****, same hitters with me (Same)

Same choppers (Choppers), fuck the feds, got my pistols with me

Do a bid (Do it), never talk, show your paperwork (Shh)

And 'fore you start beefin' with a ****, get some paper first (Get some paper first)

Fifty K on firearms (On firearms), million in bond money (In bond money)

Don't give a fuck 'bout a show (Why?), I got the bomb comin' (I got the bomb comin')

I'm tryna fuck Megan Thee Stallion (Why?), make her by bottom ho (My bottom ho)

You need to fuck with some pimpin' (With some pimpin')

Come hit the lotto, ho (Come hit the lotto, ho)

I just landed on a private Lear, jumped in a Maybach (Jumped in a Maybach)

Subliminal ass rappers, you don't like me, ****, say that

They like, "He went to the feds and got back out," that **** snitchin'

Mad 'cause I got out and ran it up, ****, quit bitchin' (Bitch-ass ****)

Ooh, finesse, what's up, homie?

You know I felt that shit all in my soul, man (All in there)

You know real **** do real things, man, these **** ain't livin' like us (At all)

Look

I went from designer clothes and fuckin' hoes (To what?)

To khaki suits, noodles and rice bowls (Uh-huh)

From gettin' dough and rockin' shows

To pullin' my dick off, pictures of naked hoes (I pulled off)

Man, the boy was drove, miss my life on the road

Couldn't complain to my celly (At all), he had life with no parole (Parole)

They caught me with a knife, did thirty days in the hole

And on top of that, they sent me into the motherfuckin' smooth

My kids were steady growin' (Growin'), hoes steady hoein' (Hoein')

My **** Boosie went home and my dog was steady blowin' (Blowin')

My **** Weezy steady tourin', but he's a bitch and it's showin' (Showin')

I'm still a livin' legend, don't act like you didn't know it

But they had my hands tied, caught up on that chain gang

Just like on the streets, all through the pen, you know my name rang

My rep's solid (Solid), name good (Good)

Paperwork right, I'm Gucci (I'm Gucci)

I done done it all, you know my life's a fuckin' movie, ****