Izzy-Meeks - Lyft Weights

I got it tho
I corp okic
Got a Lyft light on the dash but I'm really selling dope
Got a glove box full of cash I pull up put on a show
Got a necklace full of diamonds now she kiss me mistletoe toe
That nine milly in the armrest try to snake me imma blow
Got my drugs in the compartment it's behind the radio
Push three buttons on that bitch it slide out like dresser drawer
Got my bitch a brand new bag cause I'm in mine it's Milano
It was Prada pop a bottle of that bubbly it's Clicquot
I got dreams of Polo hoodies with ski masks on my head
And put the beams to them niggaz who left Hood laying for dead
Was it worth it nigga was it for the clout was it bread
Got my eyes full of tear I couldn't even hear what he said
Over the blast of the draco
Paint his whole car with blood no maco
Killer instincts took over no Jago
No Orchids
Ultra combo at his funeral fuck your miss fortune
Selling crack how I amassed me a small fortune
My moms love me pop chose to abort me
Haunted with the grief of his absence he was chasing hoes
Woulda made more sense to me if he was out here chasing dough
Cooking bricks like chemistry or out here facing death row
Like Ice Cube
I was here before YouTube
Rock n rolling like U2
Connected way before Bluetooth
Caron Butler I'm tough juice
Look at the man that i grew to
The beemer blacker buju
Banton
Don Juan
All green
Cash be calling like dope fiends
Diamonds water no chlorine bitch
Bling Bling
Wooooo
Bling Bling
Lyft light on the dash but I'm really selling dope
Got a glove box full of cash I pull up put on a show
Got a necklace full of diamonds now she kiss me mistletoe toe
Nine milly in the armrest try to snake me imma blow
Bow
Pop
Pop

Written by:
Isadore Meeks

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