Lyrics La Vida Loca - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Sauceboy shit)
Livin' la vida loca
Sellin' these grams of the coca (Oh, 10)
I cannot save 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 three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin' modifications on the 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 now
Perfect affection, feelin' on your waist while I caress it
I been beggin' you to comе this way
You been makin' me feel real neglеctin'
I'm a gangster, I don't like to play
I'm known to stretch shit, that's me
Test me, TEC spit, you get your shit bust up in the streets
I'm a dirty bitch, I walk 'round with that pink thing
Shawty know that I'm a dog, she want come with me and breed
She wanna go a second round, but I lay down, I'm on lean
I was sellin' chromes to the bums, writin' songs, American dream
I was servin' yay and dirty, gotta watch myself
On my waist, I tuck a 30 where my Chrome Hearts belt
She ain't understand it so she worried, all this pain I felt
I end up dyin' in the streets, I'd never make it out of here
I been sinnin', how I look, Lord?
I don't give no fuck 'bout how a nigga feel
And I been lookin', I been missin' you so long
And I hope that you'd rather be nowhere but here
Dollars and deals
You can 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
[?] all these problems that we facin', authentication, break it
I promise I'll cut her off I see she fakin' (Rlrrt)
I ain't tryna get put to sleep
My dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica
[?] with the bomclaat, I show 'em some later
[?] they feel it, alright, for a dumb hater
You serve who? [?], bitchin' and you'll get sent to your maker, 5

I'ma do what I go do and I need you to hold me down
We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine
It's a war all life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
It's a war all life that I'm livin', I'm livin'
Thuggin' all my life to the limits, the limits, no limits
It's a war all life that I'm livin', I'm livin'

C'est la vie, kumbaya
My'ya, my'ya
I just want reefa
Shit, 5, we live- we live like a reaper
Dollars and deals
Come check it out
Come on, come on, check it out
Nigga get they ass killed, boy
'Veeta
(Sauceboy shit)
(Say 10)