Gucci Mane - We Live This lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! It's ya boy Black Magic My n***a Young Snead, let's go [Verse 1] Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Since I moved to the South, my slang got colder Walk got pimper, cane with the limper Treat my b**h right, always lobster and shrimp her Flatbush Ave I'm the number one contender Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja Whip game hot, flow cold like the winter Ball hard if n***az got blocks like a center Time for me to switch it up, bigger car bigger truck Got the new house and that too was big as f** And this a must that you see me blow Lil' n***a hold the weight like my CEO Now it's back to the business, we eat sleep and sh** this Take this, shoot him and any f**in witness Always on some pimp sh**, never on some simp sh** At Big Cat Records n***a e'ryday is Christmas [Chorus] We eat, we sleep, we sh** this Big whips, big chips, we live this Smoke kush, pop Crist', f** b**hes Us young n***az out there handle our business We eat, we sleep, we sh** this Big whips, big chips, we live this Smoke kush, pop Crist', f** b**hes And send them goons if them goons on our sh**list [repeat 2X] Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other sh** Tell them f** n***az they can miss us with that s**er sh** [Verse 2] I'm addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat and you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me? And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy so you know I gotta trap (AYYYY!) Cop the fruity watch just to hurt the haters' faces Big Cat chain with the Big Cat bracelet Big Cat bracelet with the Big Cat bracelet Countin twenty mill' in the Big Cat basement I heard, I heard, word on the street Gucci fell down now he back on his feet Anti-social, he don't really socialize What'cha call that? I call it street certified~! A hundred thou' sold no lie So call the fire truck, cause Gucci on fire And he pulled up in a 'rrari And if he hurt your feelings when he did then he sorry! [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Verse 3] I'm a certified pimp shawty, never seen me cake a hoe Bad b**h one night, next day another hoe A young'un with a bankroll, listen what I date 'em fo'? Benefits and everythang that I can go and break 'em fo' We eat, we sleep, we sh** this Smoke kush, pop Crist', real pimp sh** Big chains, big whips on 6's I got money on my mind so f** b**hes I'm in the Coupe with the top back, Lamborghini do's on it Had to do it B-I-G, so I throwed the 4's on it Tote a fo'-fo' so the kid scream 'f** a hater!' All black, long part, somethin like The Terminator Call me the exterminator, sprayin like the Orkin man You don't want no part of that we deeper than a marching band We trap, we slang, we hustlers And stay away from you motherf**in busters [Chorus] [repeat 2X] Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other sh** Tell them f** n***az they can miss us with that s**er sh**