Lyft Em Up

Yeah
Yeah
I'm runnin' through shit, yeah, yeah

I'm runnin' through shit like I'm not even really tryna make a hit
Most of these niggas, they talk out they lip
'Til you pull up right there with the .40, the .40
I never go less than 40 my wrist
I never go less than .40 my hip
I never go less than 30 my stick
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft
Please don't get lifted

Please don't get lifted (whoa)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted (huh?)
Please don't get lifted (whoa)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted
At the least, 30 right there in my clip
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft

Please don't get lifted, please don't get lifted
Bro spun the opps so much, yeah, they don't exist
We got the V on the tech, yeah, spin out the Honda, it drift (skrrt)
She thought I really wasn't on shit, thought I ain't know how to bip
Most of these niggas, they think that I'm feminine 'cause I just walk with a switch
You see my pockets? Bitch, they fat, the opposite of Ozempic
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, you know I still be in them trenches (yeah)
You would Lil Ho my lil' cousin way I got all this lululemon (whoa)

That's for my niggas that be motherfuckin' spinnin', check on his head and it's pendin'
Yeah, .223 barrel be spinnin' (yeah), split his head, sour like lemon
Huh, what? I'm on a mission, I ain't been this lit in a minute (huh, what?)
I ain't been this rich in a minute, band for band, I go digit for digit (yeah)

Yeah, he was a bitch, now he in a zip (yeah)
Damn, we ran out of -, now he don't exist
Bro got a ruler (ruler), the end of his stick
Jumped in the Uber (Uber), he should've got a Lyft (whoa)

Please don't get lifted (whoa)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted (huh?)
Please don't get lifted (whoa)
Please don't get lifted (yeah)
Please don't get lifted
At the least, 30 right there in my clip
I treat the Maybach truck like it's a Lyft (whoa)

I'm not the shooter, got mine for protection
I turn to the shooter if he keep deflection
She was givin' me necklace, I'm missin' my exit (dang)
She was doin' her bestest, I know that she restless (whoa)
I'm not the shooter, got mine for protection
I turn to the shooter if he keep deflection
She was givin' me necklace, I'm missin' my exit (dang)
She was doin' her bestest, I know that she restless

(Please don't get lifted, whoa)
Lil Uzi (please don't get lifted, yeah)
Don't forget a nigga one of the fuckin' greatest ever (please don't get lifted, huh)
(Please don't get lifted, whoa)
(Please don't get lifted, yeah) yeah
(Please don't get lifted) huh, what, huh?
It's Lil Uzi Vert (please don't get lifted, whoa)



Credits
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Bryce Thomas Frizzell, Brandon Veal, Travis Nelson Barker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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