Lift It Up lyrics

[Intro]
Met this lil b*tch on sunset, lil hood rat
Met this lil b*tch on sunset, lil hood rat
Met this lil b*tch on sunset, lil hood rat
Ballout
Met this lil b*tch on sunset, lil hood rat

[Verse 1]
Met this b*tch on sunset in a sundress
What's your number? b*tch run back
She left but she gon' come back
When I started the foreign, it made the kids run back
It's the sound of a thunder cat
My neck is on icy tech, make her have a heart attack
You sparkin' first, I'm sparkin' back
We took your whole pound and couldn't even get a quarter back
Whatchu want a quarter of crack?
I'm smokin' in the hotel and I know I can't
f*cked that b*tch, I know I can
Oh you got a FN? n*gga blow it then
If you gettin' money, n*gga show me then
Square ass n*ggas, show me then
If you gettin' money, n*gga show me then
Square ass n*ggas, show me then

[Chorus]
If you a f*ck n*gga, I can't hang witchu
I don't wanna switch chains witchu
I don't wanna hit no sandwich
If I don't know you I can't f*ck witcha
Is you smart? Is you dumb n*gga?
Diss my block, get the f*ck n*gga
It's not even a car, it's a truck
Sosa hit the gas and lift it up
[Verse 2]
You know we do live for the party
Came to the party with the molly
Came to the party with the oxies
All these hoes twerkin' off the molly
And my n*ggas high off the zaza
Pour the red up and make me nana
Made me pull up on you on a hot ride
Lookin' down atchu from a high ride
f*ckin' on that b*tch that look like Gaga
Pole on me, hitchu with that hot ride
I don't know her name, I call her Tata
I don't know her name, I call her Tata

[Chorus]
You a f*ck n*gga, I can't hang witchu
I don't wanna switch chains witchu
I don't wanna hit no sandwich
If I don't know you I can't f*ck witcha
Is you smart? Is you dumb n*gga?
Diss my block, get the f*ck n*gga
It's not even a car, it's a truck
Sosa hit the gas and lift it up

[Verse 3]
b*tches GNG never on dutch
Pourin' up in Fanta not Crush
She see the Crush ice, now she got a crush
I don't do too much
Diamonds talkin' for me
My guys sparkin' for me
You see these shades
Your mayor has bought 'em for me
I just made a 40
My wrist it cost a 40
I'm sick of buyin' .40's
I know you hear about me shorty
It's like 6 O'clock in the morning
[Chorus]
You a f*ck n*gga, I can't hang witchu
I don't wanna switch chains witchu
I don't wanna hit no sandwich
If I don't know you I can't f*ck witcha
Is you smart? Is you dumb n*gga?
Diss my block, get the f*ck n*gga
It's not even a car, it's a truck
Sosa hit the gas and lift it up