Mi Vida Loca lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Yuh

[Verse 1]
b*tch, my diamonds comin' straight from Nova Scotia
Born and raised like Casanova, f*ck a ho, I need my sofa
Mi vida loca, I switch my gun to my blade
And it's game over, I pulled up with your ho
And I bought her a soda, I don't know her name
But I think it's Paola, I gave her my number
And she hit me up in my Motorola
I was talking to my n*ggas and I was like, "Hold up" (Hold up)
I pick up the phone and she was like, "Come pick me up"
I say, "For what?" I hopped in my whip and I rolled up
I see her fighting with her n*gga and I was like, "Oh, bruh"
That is not my tea cup, she hopped in my whip
And I said, "Speak up" She say, "Can you speed up?"
I was like, "Fo' sho'" We pulled up to my crib
And we burned up (Yuh, ayy)

[Interlude]
*Coughing*
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Hey, listen
Ayy
[Verse 2]
I don't understand why she actin' like this
That b*tch got me mad, b*tch, I'm f*ckin' p*ssed
I don't wanna talk to her, she's dismissed
She in here yelling in Spanish
Talkin' 'bout she wanna throw a fit, I threw her on the flo'
Got my n*ggas, took her 'cause she was on my murder list (Yuh)