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26AR

Lift Off (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Lift Off (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Drench Em - 2020)


Slime
Ayy, AR
Frra, frra
Luca on the track
Frra, frra

It ain't nothing to lift a nigga up
Thirty'll sit a nigga down
Bro leave a nigga there
Each day, skip a town
Why everybody jacking drench gang, when they just came around?
Nigga make it make sense, picture me hanging with a clown
Picture me going back and forth with a nigga who just came outside
With a nigga who ain't ride, that nigga on your chain, you let him die, pussy
(That nigga on your chain, you let him die, how you do that?)
(Damn, that's supposed to be your mans though)

This street shit, I did it dirty
Y'all late, my right hand first when I seen you with a thirty
No debate, if you sliding don't tell me that you coming, nigga I ain't worried
I'm great, in the trenches relaxed with bro, and he keep a (shhh), I'm draked

Broke boy, get your bands up
Go pick your mans up
Seen me lacking, don't get your chance up
'Cause the other way around, I blam ya
Freak a bitch, 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 bitch, man up
Hit him in his legs, tell him stand up
(Get the fuck off the floor 'fore I hit you again, bitch)

This street shit, I did it dirty
Y'all late, my right hand first when I seen you with a thirty
No debate, if you sliding don't tell me that you coming, nigga 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 niggas 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 coming, you know I'm sturdy
Did a number in they jersey
Bitch 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 purging
We started at suburbans
2-6, where you heard it?
Now I'm back, them niggas nervous (AR)

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