Lifestyle HoodyBaby (Ft. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: HoodyBaby]
Yeah, ayy
Bitch, you know you suck, haha
Today was a, hood day, haha
Ayy, okay

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Bitch, you know you suck
Your niggas know you suck
Your bitches know you suck
My niggas know you suck
You gon' end up broke
You gon' end up broke
We don't give a fuck
You know you fuckin' suck
Pull up in that Lamborghini, pull up real abrupt
Nigga fuck with me, we start a riot, we erupt
Got a double cup, this not a sippy cup
Bitch, I'm big as fuck, sippin' lean, giddy up
30 missed calls, I'm like, "What the fuck is up?"
My homie blowin' up, so I text him, "Fuck it up"
Homie, get that cash, you gon' get that guap
Uh, homie, keep it movin', keep on pushin', never stop
Shoot you in your thigh, call it hip hop
You be switchin' sides, you's a Gucci flip flop
Smokin' at the pound, ounces in the ziplock
Used to push work, Kid Rock
Now I move weight, now I'm movin' base
Now I got the work, I got bitches, I got safes
Bitches on the way, money in the safe
Bitches call me "Daddy," wish that I could switch his place, woo
HoodyBaby in the kitchen whippin' up the work
HoodyBaby in the kitchen, bitch, I got berserk
HoodyBaby in the kitchen, bitch, I gotta eat
Work on street, ten toes on my feet
Up, up, double up
I just poured like 15 sodas, then I doubled up
Trippie with me, got the 30 in the truck, uh
Rockin' with me, he made 30 off a buck
Gone, gone, get the money then we scram
Finesse a nigga with the blam
Finesse a nigga with the wham
Finesse a nigga then we gone
Finesse a nigga, goin' strong
Finesse a nigga, bitch, we on
Laugh about it, make a song