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lyft - ji beats lyrics

(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

- ji beats lyrics

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