Video Life Of Sin de Ajproductionzent 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ajproductionzent - Life Of Sin Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, AJ, you mixed this? Run that shit back)
Brr, brr (Ayo, it's JD on this motherfucker, y'all know how this shit go)
Brr, brr

[Verse]
Brand new beams on the old gats (Fah)
Hit that block, switch and a chop, we on that
Remember them days I ain't know how to rap, just knew how to trap and clap
Get up close, ain't no clappin' back
Toast drank when opps lack
So many hits, can't keep track
Call me Mr. Ceiling Fan (Spin)
After I spin, we bend again
Patch him up, can't forget his mans
Caught him loafin', dreamin' off the Xans (Bah)
Up and squeeze, it ain't no playin'
Them niggas fans, they ain't gon' blam
When they see that man, they really wanna be that man (Damn)
I tote fans and I got fans, I don't really understand
Vibes be off, that ain't no friend (Nah)
His bitch get off tryna snake his hand
Them type of men won't makе it in
Lose your head, won't make it out (Comе here)
Dissin' dead, that's the basic route (Brr)
Know where he lay, I'ma play his house, go stake it out (Brr)
Can't run from the switch, ain't fast enough (Nah)
Bodies on bodies, we actin' up
He on that block, we can't pass him up
Don't ask who blowin', I'll gladly bust
New opp in the air, they mad at us
I never cared, they know what's up (Ha)
Lead hit his head, he tried to duck (Fah)
Got left for dead, wasn't quick enough
Truth be told, we run the east
Everybody know 'bout us in the streets
Tweakin' with gang, got left in peace
Don't try to save him, let him tweak
I'm quick to throw, let him see
Catch these, he goin' to sleep (Brr)
Hit your block, bail out on feet
In your cut, won't notice me (Fah)
Aidin' assistance, we is not with that (Nah)
Come through blickin', not for the chit-chat (Fah, fah)
Niggas is bitches, I get that
Still clap opps, no masks and bend back
I be with killers, who you can't pretend (Killers)
Lord, forgive me for all my sins
For my niggas you I'ma bend (Bend)
Cobo's slidin', glidin' again (Come here)
Double triggers, he ridin' with twins
Head on a swivel tryna find a man
So I could bless him in
And one checked his friend (And one)
Ain't make Spot, now check again
Ku got hit in the neck and chin (Bah)
Fuck the law, we got weapons in
This bitch get off tryna play with him (Brr)
Don't throw no oops, I'll break the rim
Now we on to the next one (Come here)
I can't wait to catch him, stretch him, bless him, give him a reverend
Headshot, get him together
Few dead opps got hit together (Bah)
Before a Glock, I love my Beretta
Both got aim, but mine a little better
Let me in the game, my foot on the pedal
[Outro]
Brr, brr