CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Lift Off
Slime
Ayy, AR
Frra, frra
Luca on the track
Frra, frra
It ain't nothin' to lift a n***a up
Thirty'll sit a n***a down
Bro leave a n***a there
Each day, skip a town
Why everybody jackin' drench gang, when they just came around?
N***a make it make sense, picture me hangin' with a clown
Picture me goin' back and forth with a n***a who just came outside
With a n***a who ain't ride, that n***a on your chain, you let him die, pu**y
(That n***a on your chain, you let him die, how you do that?)
(Damn, that's supposed to be your mans though)
This street sh*t, 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', n***a I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and hе keep a *shhh*, I'm draked
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 b*t*h, 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 b*t*h, man up
Hit him in his legs, tell him stand up
(Get the f**k off the floor 'fore I hit you again, b*t*h)
This street sh*t, 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', n***a I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and he keep a *shhh*, I'm draked
My point's proven, you still tryna get yours across
Y'all n***as lost, get you some money, I'm leveling up
I'ma come in a Porche
They want a name, but I ain't worried
If they comin', you know I'm sturdy
Did a number in they jersey
B*t*h it's 26 on my jersey
And I see you reaching out
You ain't starve on this journey
Feel like James since I'm worthy
I remember we was dirty
I remember we was purgin'
We started at suburbans
2-6, where you heard it?
Now I'm back, them n***as nervous (AR)
Ayy, AR
Frra, frra
Luca on the track
Frra, frra
It ain't nothin' to lift a n***a up
Thirty'll sit a n***a down
Bro leave a n***a there
Each day, skip a town
Why everybody jackin' drench gang, when they just came around?
N***a make it make sense, picture me hangin' with a clown
Picture me goin' back and forth with a n***a who just came outside
With a n***a who ain't ride, that n***a on your chain, you let him die, pu**y
(That n***a on your chain, you let him die, how you do that?)
(Damn, that's supposed to be your mans though)
This street sh*t, 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', n***a I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and hе keep a *shhh*, I'm draked
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 b*t*h, 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 b*t*h, man up
Hit him in his legs, tell him stand up
(Get the f**k off the floor 'fore I hit you again, b*t*h)
This street sh*t, 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', n***a I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and he keep a *shhh*, I'm draked
My point's proven, you still tryna get yours across
Y'all n***as lost, get you some money, I'm leveling up
I'ma come in a Porche
They want a name, but I ain't worried
If they comin', you know I'm sturdy
Did a number in they jersey
B*t*h it's 26 on my jersey
And I see you reaching out
You ain't starve on this journey
Feel like James since I'm worthy
I remember we was dirty
I remember we was purgin'
We started at suburbans
2-6, where you heard it?
Now I'm back, them n***as nervous (AR)
