Lift Off 26AR
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[Intro]
Slime
Ayy, AR
Frra, frra
Luca on the track
Frra, frra
[Verse 1]
It ain't nothin' to lift a nigga up
Thirty'll sit a nigga down
Bro leave a nigga there
Each day, skip a town
Why everybody jackin' drench gang, when they just came around?
Nigga make it make sense, picture me hangin' with a clown
Picture me goin' back and forth with a nigga who just came outside
With a nigga who ain't ride, that nigga on your chain, you let him die, pussy
(That nigga on your chain, you let him die, how you do that?)
(Damn, that's supposed to be your mans though)
[Chorus]
This street shit, I did it dirty
Y'all late, my right hand first when I seen you with a thirty
No debate, if you slidin' don't tell me that you comin', nigga I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and hе keep a *shhh*, I'm draked
[Verse 2]
Broke boy, get your bands up
Go pick your mans up
Seen mе lackin', don't get your chance up
'Cause the other way around, I blam ya
Freak a bitch, now I can't stand her
She swallowing, I can't stand up
All that yelling not scaring me
I don't go for tantrums
I don't beef with randoms
Got breesh, still rob a scammer
This thirty boolay, can't walk with jammers
You a bitch, man up
Hit him in his legs, tell him stand up
(Get the fuck off the floor 'fore I hit you again, bitch)
Slime
Ayy, AR
Frra, frra
Luca on the track
Frra, frra
[Verse 1]
It ain't nothin' to lift a nigga up
Thirty'll sit a nigga down
Bro leave a nigga there
Each day, skip a town
Why everybody jackin' drench gang, when they just came around?
Nigga make it make sense, picture me hangin' with a clown
Picture me goin' back and forth with a nigga who just came outside
With a nigga who ain't ride, that nigga on your chain, you let him die, pussy
(That nigga on your chain, you let him die, how you do that?)
(Damn, that's supposed to be your mans though)
[Chorus]
This street shit, I did it dirty
Y'all late, my right hand first when I seen you with a thirty
No debate, if you slidin' don't tell me that you comin', nigga I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and hе keep a *shhh*, I'm draked
[Verse 2]
Broke boy, get your bands up
Go pick your mans up
Seen mе lackin', don't get your chance up
'Cause the other way around, I blam ya
Freak a bitch, now I can't stand her
She swallowing, I can't stand up
All that yelling not scaring me
I don't go for tantrums
I don't beef with randoms
Got breesh, still rob a scammer
This thirty boolay, can't walk with jammers
You a bitch, man up
Hit him in his legs, tell him stand up
(Get the fuck off the floor 'fore I hit you again, bitch)
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