4Loco (Vida Loca) lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro: Offset]
Ay
Zaytoven
Ay amigos
Hey mota, mota, huh
Cash, lot of money, you know
Young rich n*gga sh*t
Woo, woo
Offset

[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Vida loca
Vida, vida loca
Pop this soda
Drink that, drink that soda
[?] controlla
Pay Coca Cola
On my [?]
With, with my fooly

[Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
Sippin', sippin' the codeine
Hoppin', hoppin' out the Bentley
I do not sip on no 40's
b*tch I just sip my Modelo
Baby come sit on this papi
Baby so tengo maracas
Baby just checked all my quota
Came back and sip all the soda
[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Vida loca
Vida, vida loca
Drink this soda
Drink that, drink that soda
No bachata
Baby snort this coca
With the chopper
Make you dance bachata

[Verse 2: Evander Griiim]
Bumpin' that Kodak
Girl pull your hair back
Baby come leanin'
Her name Selena
Baby malina
Say she chiquita
Hop in the seater
Hopin' to see ya
[?] she says puta
Talkin' I'ma leave that culo
pus*y lil' barracuda
Finna call Rick da Jeweler
Comma on the bag that's check
And my back that's check
[?]
Oh my God I'm flexin'
[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Vida loca
Vida, vida loca
Pop this soda
Drink that, drink that soda
[?] controlla
Pay Coca Cola
On my [?]
With, with my fooly
Vida loca
Vida, vida loca
Pop this soda
Drink that, drink that soda
[?] controlla
Pay Coca Cola
On my [?]
With, with my fooly

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset
I never hang with the broke ass
Hang with the plug I got more ties
Hop in the coupe with your frog eyes
Suck on my di*k make her jaw tired
I got your b*tch in my archive
We pull out the stick and they all die
We really came up on egg beans
Walkin' around with them dead people
When I drive don't see to scare people
I got a thot in the Bentley
Hittin' the light, droppin' the bag on [?]
Yellin' out f*ck the cops
Before I had pop
Mama said boy you a star
I wish you could see all the guap (cash)
Callin' mi casa [?] it fell out the pockets I think [?]
Open the car then money start budgin' the sh*t really lookin' retarded
I know that them n*gga a target I pull out the foo-foo [?] the budget
b*tch, I'm the cap' and the sergeant (captain)
The block is on fire I'm a ocean
Wrappin' the brick with a turban (wrap it up)
Then they go seat in the Austin (Texas)
Hop in the Wraith, it's a coffin' (Wraith)
b*tch, I'm the boss who you bossin' (boss)
b*tch, I'm the sauce you got lost in (sauce)
Cookin' up my Monica Kaufman (cookin' up)
Bring me my drank like you bartend (bring me)
[?]
Vida loca (loca)
I play the game, it's poker
[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Vida loca
Vida, vida loca (vida, vida)
Pop this soda
Drink that, drink that soda (woo, woo)
[?] controlla (woo)
Pay Coca Cola (woo, woo)
On my [?]
With, with my fooly
Vida loca
Vida, vida loca
Pop this soda
Drink that, drink that soda
[?] controlla
Pay Coca Cola
On my [?]
With, with my fooly
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