letra de lyft - ji beats
(hook)
aye
i’m tryna hop out and spray sh-t
brodie got that sh-t to make you ah- and get a facelift
if you not finna slide then don’t say sh-t
f-ck ten, why he think he finna change sh-t?
i’m hopping out, b-tch, i’m really finna step
if these n-ggas tryna creep, then i’m finna leave ’em dead, aye
me snitch? be forreal, won’t talk to feds
n-ggas talkin’ out they ass like they ain’t ever spin on sh-t, aye
(verse: playboi jerry)
she keep on cryin’ bout my d-ck, she made me mad
like, shut up lil b-tch, i’m tryna get up in my bag, n-gga
kick your heels to another n-gga pad, cuz i’m doin’ my sh-t
don’t give a f-ck if you mad, b-tch
jay a hot head, he never on no cool sh-t
brodie carry sticks, got him lookin’ like a caveman
up bl!ck, i’m tryna hop out and face sh-t
tim was on a bike, i bet he wish he woulda caught a lyft
(verse: ji beats)
b-tch i’m sliding foreign whips, when i’m ridin’ with my shooter
f-ck a lyft, i’m on the vegas strip riding in black ubers
bands bussin’ out my jeans, lookin like i got a tumor
bad b-tches on my line, lookin’ like they work at hooters
i’m with sedated, pourin’ wock in a lemon minute maid
n-ggas really goin’ broke, like, how your rent gettin’ paid?
n-ggas tryna flex some money? n-gga, go ahead and spend it
i just spent ten racks with this jeweler on my pendant
i just spent ten racks, that’s more than your life savings
freak b-tch tryna eat me like it’s late night cravings
i just poured some act in my cup, got this sh-t lookin’ like it’s raisins
this b-tch a 9, turn this b-tch into a 10, with a face lift
(hook)
i’m tryna hop out and spray sh-t
brodie got that sh-t to make you ah- and get a facelift
if you not finna slide then don’t say sh-t
f-ck ten, why he think he finna change sh-t?
i’m hopping out, b-tch, i’m really finna step
if these n-ggas tryna creep, then i’m finna leave ’em dead, aye
me snitch? be forreal, won’t talk to feds
n-ggas talkin’ out they ass like they ain’t ever spin on sh-t, aye
she keep on cryin’ bout my d-ck, she made me mad
like, shut up lil b-tch, i’m tryna get up in my bag, n-gga
kick your heels to another n-gga pad, cuz i’m doin’ my sh-t
don’t give a f-ck if you mad, b-tch
jay a hot head, he never on no cool sh-t
brodie carry sticks, got him lookin’ like a caveman
up bl!ck, i’m tryna hop out and face sh-t
tim was on a bike, i bet he wish he woulda caught a lyft
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