La Vida Loca Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Sauceboy s*it)
Living la vida loca
Selling these grams of the coca (Oh, 10)
I can not serve you if I don’t know you

[Chorus]
I’ma do what I gon’ do and I need you to hold me down
We gon’ cop three-fifty tools and then go shopping out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racing modifications on the Maserati engine

[Verse]
From the block, how we came out
Now I’m just looking at us, now
Check the timing 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, feeling on your waist while I caress it
I been begging you to come this way
You been making me feel real neglected
Look, I’m a gangster, I don’t like to play, I’m known to stretch s*it, this me
Test me, TEC spit, you get your s*it bust up in the street
I’m a dirty b!tch, ho walk ’round with that pink thing
Shawty know that I’m a dog, she wan’ come with me and breed
She wan’ go a second round, but I lay down, I’m on lean
I was selling crumbs to the bums right in the slums, American dream
I was serving yay and dirty, gotta watch myself
On my waist, I tuck a 30 where my Chrome Heart belt
She ain’t understand it so she worried, all this pain I felt
I’ll end up dying in the streets, I’ll never make it out of here
I been sitting high, lookin low
I don’t give no fu*k ’bout how a n!gga feel
And I been looking, I been missing you so long
And I hope that you’d rather be nowhere but here

Dollars and deals
You could drive the package if you willing
You know that lil’ n!gga that be popping wheelies?
Get up with you like he gated
Gangster b!tch, it’s murder in the city
Real authentic, all these problems that we facing, authentication, break it
I promise I’ll cut her off I see she faking (Rlrrt)
I ain’t tryna get put to sleep, my dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica
Not a rasta, the powah the bomclat, I’ll show him something later
Blow the Smith, they feelin it in all ways, for a dumb hater
You serve who carrier, b!tch and you’ll get sent to your fu*king maker, 5

[Chorus]
I’ma do what I gon’ do and I need you to hold me down
We gon’ cop three-fifty tools and then go shopping out of town
And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it
Racing modifications on the Maserati engine

[Post Chorus]
It’s a wild, hard life that I’m living, I’m living
This a wild, hard life that I’m living, I’m living
Thugging all my life, to the limit, the limit
It’s a wild, hard life that I’m living, I’m living

[Outro]
C’est la vie, kumbaya
My’ya, my’ya
‘Ana shw ‘ana la mushkila
I just want reefa
S*it, 5, we live, we live like a reaper
Dollars and deals
Come check it out
Come on, come on, check it out
N!gga get they ass killed, boy
‘Veeta
(Sauceboy s*it)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)