lyftbihfreestyle Lyrics

If she wan' kick shi, she gon need a lyft, bitch

Tony Hawk 'em with the glocka, make 'em kick flip

Everyday christmas, money on my wishlist

And i don't want dior 'cause, baby, i'm a Christian

This Fendi collar make me pop out on a mission

Got all these diamonds in my watch, this not no fitbit

And know my baby not no goth, but she got wrist slit

They don't wan' listen, me and money twinnin

All this fire on my hip, make him spin like a fidget

Run down ya bits, need my cake, mr kipling

You talk loud, you're fake, all your chat just be scripted

I got so many bands niggas think my hair be twisted

And I know I'm the man cuz ya bitch be tryna kiss dick

But I can't go out sad, 'cause my baby here thru sickness

And please don't throw no hands 'cause i swear we'll leave no witness

Aye, big bands, look at me, I'm rich, bitch 

You fell in quicksand, look at you, you sick bitch

I'm boppin and you flopping, and it's 'cause I mind my business

I up the glock and pop it for your nonsense, bitch, I'm vicious

Here, eat this bullets nigga, I know they're nutritious