BL Lifestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Never gave a f*ck 'bout no b*tch, on a block with a stick
I'm with shooters at the bottom of the cli—
Never gave—Never gave a f*ck 'bout no b*tch, on a block with a stick
I'm with shooters at the bottom of the cliff
I'm hoppin' out the Lyft with a big ass stick
Put my life on—
Yoppas and mop sticks out the Bentley truck
Dracos and glizzys, hangin' out with carbons
Man that life that I live, they'll put me on the target (It's DJ Gren8de)
Masked up, strapped the f*ck up, I ain't arguin'
Say it's problem? Be 'bout it, let's solve this
Point the finger ass n*gga you s—

[Bridge]
Huh? Yeah, gang gang
Yeah (Yeah)
This that BabyLife lifestyle n*gga, EBG sh*t n*gga, band gang n*gga, everyday band gang n*gga (EBG)
Y'all n*ggas keep askin' me what this sh*t talm 'bout, now I finna let y'all n*ggas know some (This a Beez exclusive)
Yeah, gang (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Never gave a f*ck 'bout no b*tch, on a block with a stick
I'm with shooters at the bottom of the cliff
I'm hoppin' out the Lyft with a big ass stick
Put my life on that line 'bout that band gang sh*t
Put my life on that line 'bout that 4CH sh*t
All that broke side sh*t get you b*tch ass spint
And I'll never get dipped by a n*gga named Flippa
I'll be damned if I let a n*gga take my sh*t
Goddamn hit a n*gga with the f*ckin' face split
If Ye'en talm' 'bout Glocks, ye'en talm' 'bout sh*t
Don't even come to the trap if you ain't tottin' no glick
Have that last n*gga walked up in this b*tch off rip
And I wish a n*gga would ever play about this sh*t
'Cause we taking y'all one by one like flicks
n*gga stack that sh*t up if you ain't havin' no chips
EBG a lil' different, we ain't the same clique
[Bridge]
Nah (Yeah)
None like you n*ggas at, mane (Babylife)
Go

[Verse 2]
Yoppas and mop sticks out the Bentley truck
Draco's and glizzys, hangin' out with carbons
Man that life that I live, they'll put me on the target
Masked up, strapped the f*ck up, I ain't arguin'
Say it's problem? Be 'bout it, let's solve this
Point the finger ass n*gga you sawdy (Ayy)
Pop out the cut that's a problem
If you be 'round a opp that's a problem
We let the shot go the shot caller
My boy got the drop, then we ball 'em
Rocket locker with extensions on the bottom
Knock that boy out with a Hennessy bottle
I gave the opp the drop, won't see 'em 'till tomorrow
He popped out the cut, he finna catch a hollow
Smash on a opposition full throttle (Yeah)

[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
Don't play with me pus*y n*gga we could do it
Call up the gang then n*ggas get into it
You ain't Solid Gang, n*gga, get the f*ck you choosin'
We catch us a opp and pop him if he movin'
I got BabyLife demon by me with the Uzi
Put one in the head and shoot it if I lose it
Heat on me, n*gga touchin' on the cooler
King of the sh*t, extension like a Ruger
You ain't havin' no paper, pus*y boy, you droolin'
EBG band gang, punch yo' ass in medulla
Yo' b*tch wanna shop with me because I'm cooler
And plus you a b*tch, actin' like a shooter
And plus you a snitch, pus*y boy, I knew it
I got the carbon on me, yeah, I clue it
You said you gon' find me, I ain't finna lose you
Let me know how you gon' do it (Yeah)
[Outro]
Yeah (Yeah, BabyLife)
Play with the, don't play with the EBG, yeah
n*gga get to it, band gang n*gga
Babylife, yeah, yeah