vytrva - 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