Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Triple A
Triple A
Producer

Lyrics

Vampire Life (huh, shit)
What happened to the hustle?
Triple A
**** don’t sell drugs no more
Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)
Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)
These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)
Bitches hit me before I'm free
Just hit me before I'm free
Ayeeeeee
Summertime's here, I still got this hammer on me
Sun up to sundown, I'm just tryna get it, homie
Tell me that it’s love around here, I don't feel it, homie
****, ain’t no handouts here, I took it, homie
Do this all again, I wouldn't change nothing, shit
I wouldn't change, do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing
Do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing, shit
I Do this all again
A couple hittas got cased up (real rap), I guess it's been a long year (Harlem)
Sellin drugs will get you caked up, it can also get you long years (daddy-9o)
A ghetto ****, in some foreign wheels
And the coke is so high, man, it's hard to deal
And they took 300k of mine in large bills
And it's crazy when the stickup kids start to kill
Things different, get with the times
Happened to the hustle, the nickel and the dime (grunt)
Started as a pumper, ended at lieutenant (right)
And the trips outta town got the bitch to get the rent in (unknown adlib)
**** on the block, gettin chased by the Ds
**** on the run, gettin fake ID (shhhh)
Jimmy buy a car, just to race IVs
It’s a metaphor for life, no break, just speed (Damn I need the Benz)
And you can still hit me up, for a face to face (yeah)
I let the fiend cook the brick up, and he can taste the base (I let him taste)
I used to have 2 shifts between 8 and 8
And I was at the BBQ, bitch, paper plates (ha ha ha ha)
This one for my **** still pushin, stashing lawyer money in case you ever hit the bookings (forreal-y)
Stunt on these ****, every time you get the feeling (uh huh)
Don't forget to pray, every time you hit the ceeling
Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)
Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)
These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)
Bitches hit me before I'm free
Just hit me before I'm free
Ayeeeeee
Authentic ****, you a fraud (official)
Black and blue his eyes, call him Snoop Dogg (get em)
I'm shootin out the window, what the coupe cost (boom)
And talking slick, boy’ll get your head scorched
I'll have the shooters on your front porch (billy up)
To shoot a **** off his high horse (Tato)
Your G pass revoked, goonies be swarmin on me, like I'm part of a cult (sooo woooo)
And bringing it there, that ain’t smart
Have you straight, yellow tape, and outlined with the chalk
And every drum got a hundred rounds
Imma gun a **** down, that's on the pound
Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)
Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)
These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)
Bitches hit me before I'm free
Just hit me before I'm free
Ayeeeeee
Summertime's here, I still got this hammer on me
Sun up to sundown, I'm just tryna get it, homie
Tell me that it’s love around here, I don't feel it, homie
****, ain’t no handouts here, I took it, homie
Do this all again, I wouldn't change nothing, shit
I wouldn't change, do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing
Do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing, shit
I Do this all again
Went from old money to new money (uh huh)
As much as I blow fast, I blews money (yes sir)
From the hood to New Jerus homie (huh)
Lil’ bitch used to hold a deuce deuce homie
From the black seat to the black Bent
Designer I rock, not from the outlet
These foreigncars ain’t even out yet
Feel like I run the game, running for the cheeseeeeee x2
I feel like I run the game, running for the cheese
Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)
Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)
These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)
Bitches hit me before I'm free
Just hit me before I'm free
Ayeeeeee
Summertime's here, I still got this hammer on me
Sun up to sundown, I'm just tryna get it, homie
Tell me that it’s love around here, I don't feel it, homie
****, ain’t no handouts here, I took it, homie
Do this all again, I wouldn't change nothing, shit
I wouldn't change, do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing
Do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing, shit
I Do this all again
Written by: Jim Jones, Max B
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