KaliRaps - This That lyrics

(Verse) This that grab a gun, shoot a n***a, k** him on sight sh** Stab him up quick, throw away the knife sh** That one second after d**h, see the light sh** But damn, I wish I would’ve did the right sh** That little voice in the back of your head Telling you to bet it all, if you lose you’re dead That feeling in your stomach when you lose your bread Why you bet it on black, you should’ve bet it on red And we all been there before I’m tryna take it to the top but there’s no steps to the door Heart racing like a horse, I’m runnin the whole course Lifestyle of a boss, I never took a loss Bright lights in my face got me seeing double Money’s like pour in the water, I’m tryna see it bubble Stay away from trouble, try to keep it humble sponsored links Snakes slither in the gra**, I’m living in a jungle (Interlude) Can you hear it Yea, yea Let it talkin bout us (Verse) Ok look, this that go for the gusto, psycho nuts flow Married to the game, hurry up and throw the rice flow That fish scale, grade A, pure white snow That Bellagio water with the light show Top floor at the mirage, taking Vegas in I hate to gamble but I guess you gotta play to win I’m spendin nights in the city, they say it’s plagued with sin And think about all the money I’ll never see again Long trip, short lived, I guess nothing lasts That’s why I’m chasing every dollar, letting nothing pa** Watching sand pour down through the hourgla** The fast life but I ain’t tryna live it fast Here we go again, I’m back in my piranha sh** Rock n roll lifestyle, I’m on my Nirvana sh** Playboy like a young Hugh Hef Enough ba** in the trunk to make you d**h (Interlude) Ok yea Lane I see you James I see you Let’s go Uh yea (Verse) This that Futurama sh**, me and my conglomerates The good life, we addicted to the finer sh** Gucci belt, Louis shoes, that designer sh** Money over b**hes so that’s who the f** we ridin with Hands down, I’m the flyest n***a doin it Private flights everywhere, I got my own stewardess Look dummy, the money’s the only motive Shorty’s only f**in depending on what you drove in I want a hundred million cash, not a dollar short I’m balling fast on these courts, life is like a sport I’m dumping on the world, pulling down a blackboard Moving like a train, better stay up off the platform I’m zoned out off that k**a California sh** Got too big, you hit a van, life that run up on yo whip Two guns out, like who want what? You crew get touched, now you f**ed up It’s a cold world (Outro) Damn Yea On that 20-12 sh** Let’s go New City I see you LA Ha ha Show off, show off Yea Kitt Lane in the building In Memphis