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hybrid - lil yachty lyrics

[intro: babytron]
what’s up, boat?
ayy, ayy
sh*ttyboyz

[verse 1: babytron]
track 2’s got me euro steppin’ like i’m ball playin’
if it’s smoke, we gon’ send some shots and leave ’em crossfaded
snitches get stitches, like sh*t, that’s the law ain’t it?
demolition man, in your b*tch crib, wall breakin’
you beggin’ for the sauce, i don’t wanna hear you talk, plankton (shut up)
right side the dubs, my left pocket all franklins
chains tri*color, but the buffies, yeah, they caucasian
god bless the skin, free my babies fightin’ fraud cases
newest bape, i got it zipped up, she see the rivet in me
2016, i made a k!llin’ off vanilla gifties
five years later, self*scan, still it hit for fifty
hitter finna drop a uav, really got k!llers with me
hi*c, deuce of wock’
y*3, newest crocs
five fiends by two o*clock
hypebeast, gucci socks
side street, lose the cops
try me, they shootin’ glocks
trickin’ on a picky b*tch, like do you like these shoes or not?
bro r*t*rded, but will scribble somethin’ like he doodlebob
used to do the ramen, it’s two hundred dollar noodles now
lil’ smart b*tch from u of m, she got some stupid top
unky got some strong dog in, you can’t poodle shop
garlic rib dinner, it’s takeout from the crab house
if we don’t see you, stake out at your man’s house
finna look like a switchblade, finna stab out
zip of turtle pie to the face, i might pass out
line lil’ boujee, all my b*tches got a bad mouth
didn’t wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scr*p now?
put your hands down and point to, i’m pullin’ mag out
he had dog sh*t from edd, but he ran out
lil boat, babytron
bad boys, ’89
exotic pop muddy, got me walkin’ round like frankenstein
off*white ones up like jordan back in ’85
prices goin’ up for a vid’, you gotta pay me five
[verse 2: lil yachty]
how i up a rolls and benz at the same time?
how the h*ll is n*ggas gangsters graduatin’ from st. john’s?
i’ont follow no one on the road, i paint my own lines
twenty gifties tryna swipe a chevy, gotta make it mine
twenty*three, done made like thirty million, you could check my taxes
only lettin’ b*tches be the runners, yes, i am a s*xist
diamond t**th all throughout my mouth, cost a starter lexus
late night, just put her on g6, now she on a pegasus
i’m martin luther in a room full of malcolm x’s
really rich, them n*ggas with they moms, i am not your exes
chalkin’ ice, all throughout my cup, it’s like a game of tetris
n*ggas bitin’ everything i do, they say i’m too infectious (go)
if i lose it, give a f*ck, i buy another one
spent a hundred k a hundred times, b*tch, i’m venita son
all these n*ggas actin’ just like me, sh*t, i don’t need a son
fifty n*ggas all surround my car, like i don’t need a gun
spit sh*t that have ’em too sick, think he need a wipe
pop him in his face mid*day, you could still see the sun
five*star top tier b*tches, doin’ store runs
ran out of bullets, don’t reload, just go buy more guns
might go up my lil’ sister with a .41
n*ggas said i’m gettin’ rich, they broke and forty*one
your b*tch love to suck d*ck, leave it on her tongue
hate to be the one tell you the truth, dawg, i know it’s dumb (d*mn) couldn’t have been my b*tch
play with my name, they in a hoodie like they from highbridge
new maybach eco*friendly, yes, it’s hybrid
glock 19 come off the hip just like a sidekick
b*tch what’s my name, what’s my name?
bro kitchen only got chickens like raising cane’s
these n*ggas grew up with riches, never felt pain
superman pills got me lookin’ round for lois lane
[outro: lil yachty]
us
b*tch
know it’s us

- lil yachty lyrics

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