Rap Life - Solo Lucci

Rap life

If I’m sippin' Sprite then it’s muddy

(if I’m sippin' Sprite then it’s muddy)

These niggas, these niggas, these niggas clowns like Krusty

These niggas clowns just like Krusty

If I fuck, if I fuck, if I fuck her once she gon' love me

If I fuck her twice then she lucky

My bitches, my bitches, my bitches bad with a whole lot of swag

If not I’ll pass like I studied, swear

I hate the lil barbie bitch, ain’t got a pot to piss

All on my horn, I am not rhinoceros

Flyin' in that foreign, lookin' like a lil rocket ship

You broke and I am the opposite

I’m with a poppin' bitch, ridin' behind five percent

Probably gettin' top and shit

She brought her friend with her, she like to watch and shit

I turn the antennas, get right on top the bitch

Flow so sick you think they mopped that bitch

You know my trap house full of ammo

That bitch jumpin' like it hopped the fence

I think I might go get a Lambo

Fuck the police, I’m gon' cop that bitch

I got a throwaway, that bitch got threw away

I get that work out like motherfuckin' two-a-days

Think I knew lipo the way I be movin' weight

I want the meal, go get you a plate, ooh

My draco hold 'bout a thirty

I’m Tiger Woods in the trap, I got birdies, ooh

A young nigga up like it’s early

And I’m straight on all them lil hoes, used to curve me, ooh

I am perfection, I am a walking erection

I’m so high I defy gravity

All of these bottles, you think I bought me a section

I just love Actavis actually

Bitch I’m Jeezy in the trap, I’m like Gucci with the strap

Bobby Shmurda of the South, I’ll air a nigga out

I got Boosie 'round my neck, Zoey Dollaz with the check

Might go Kodak on these hoes, kill these bitches with finesse

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life (woo)

Your favorite trapper’s favorite trapper (I am)

Your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper (that's me)

Your baby mama’s baby daddy (woo)

Drippin' drippin' on these bastards

Mean rich nigga, Mike Tyson

Like them tits, bitch with the ice on

In the club every night doin' fight songs

Rap lifestyle, one slip and your life gone

I’m your baby mama crush

I’m your nephew role model

I ain’t gotta say suck it

I sure ain’t gotta say swallow

My shooters, they shoot at Obama

I tell 'em to, this what I’m tellin' you

Niggas be clean as a bitch when they steppin' through

Nigga gon' step on you, ahh, step on you

Ball hard, do this every summer

Me and three hoes in back of Webbie’s Hummer

Bitch wasn’t eatin' that bad

But it was after the Waffle House, and my dick was dinner

It’s a rap rap life, it started with the trap life

Real life really the field life

I can go in Fort Worth, Texas

And they’ll protect me with Smith & Wesson (Funkytown, Texas)

Bad bitch with an attitude, nigga still got the pussy

Quarter million on the IG, final fifty on pussy

Bitch I’m Jeezy in the trap, I’m like Gucci with the strap

Bobby Shmurda of the South, I’ll air a nigga out

I got Boosie 'round my neck, Zoey Dollaz with the check

Kodak Black on these hoes, I’ma kill 'em with finesse

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life (skrrt skrrt)

Your favorite trapper’s favorite trapper (I am)

Your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper (that's me)

Your baby mama’s baby daddy (hee)

Drippin' drippin' on these bastards

Rap life, rap life, rap life, rap life

Rap life, rap life, rap life, rap life

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, rap life