Young Laurent - lift em up Lyrics

'Oh shit bro this already turned on bro turn me up right now, I'm not even bro come on Alright lets go
Yeah, yeah' ha
Yeah uh, speak on my dawg ima lift you up finesse uh'
Shit, slime on me I stay fucking up yeah'
Yeah uh'
Speak on my dawg ima lift you up
I just finessed a baddie new bitch to fuck
Tripping on me like damn I'm in the club with yo boo got dram
Build her up just to blow her back down
Fuck on yo bitch I don't need her I got her screaming
Lights on me got bad hoes dreaming
Slime he gone stay with a heater
Drip got big gas on em
Keep me a chop wet em up like soda
I'm bout to turn up drip Daytona
Live in the moment I ain't stress my issues
I just worry bout that shit later
Wrong time to be stressing
Right time to start flexing
Bad bitch start texting
Yeah she romantic yeah she gone caress me
I'm praying lil shawty molest me
I fuck that bitch in the motel corner
Lil white boy fuck the game up
I run the bag up she give me top I go faster
Scared if I bust I might crash in the phantom
Holy fuck we going fast foreal
Big strip diamonds dance foreal
No licks going down over here
20 racks on the dash oh well
I'm getting wild lets turn it up
Cant turn down we burning up
Molly in my system merking some
Talking bout that I'm gas I'm bringing some
Claiming you balling I drop what you drop in a month ima fuck up yo funds yeah'
Speak on my dawg ima lift you up
I just finessed a baddie new bitch to fuck
Tripping on me like damn I'm in the club with yo boo got dram
Build her up just to blow her back down
Fuck on yo bitch I don't need her I got her screaming
Lights on me got bad hoes dreaming
Slime he gone stay with a heater
Drip got big gas on em
Fuck me a thotty control her
I ain't yo owner lil bitch I ain't sober
When I have a jit ima cop Fendi stroller
Pop me some more to go slower
Slide with a blower
Yeah bitch we popping up nah we ain't chillin
Pressure on my shoulders ima buss through the ceiling
I'm tryna run up these mufucking millions
I don't need luck nah fuck bout opinions
Talkin bout that pressure it applies to the villains
Nah we ain't pop for the feelings
Hope I didn't take too much shit I'm tripping
Need to slow down I'm moving too fast
Bands in the coupe shit I hope I don't crash
Slime cop the juice we sipping ain't tripping
We run up a bag
Nah I ain't letting off the gas
Live quick die young I know life ain't for me
Chilling with the rain drip like a rollie
Born to be a boss ass jit that's fashowdy
Why they still tripping ill die for lil woadie
I'm finna grind till my whole team cozy hell yeah
Speak on my dawg ima lift you up
I just finessed a baddie new bitch to fuck
Tripping on me like damn I'm in the club with yo boo got dram
Build her up just to blow her back down
Fuck on yo bitch I don't need her I got her screaming
Lights on me got bad hoes dreaming
Slime he gone stay with a heater
Drip got big gas on em

'Oh shit bro this already turned on bro turn me up right now, I'm not even bro come on Alright lets go
Yeah, yeah' ha
Yeah uh, speak on my dawg ima lift you up finesse uh'
Shit, slime on me I stay fucking up yeah'
Yeah uh'
Speak on my dawg ima lift you up
I just finessed a baddie new bitch to fuck
Tripping on me like damn I'm in the club with yo boo got dram
Build her up just to blow her back down
Fuck on yo bitch I don't need her I got her screaming
Lights on me got bad hoes dreaming
Slime he gone stay with a heater
Drip got big gas on em
Keep me a chop wet em up like soda
I'm bout to turn up drip Daytona
Live in the moment I ain't stress my issues
I just worry bout that shit later
Wrong time to be stressing
Right time to start flexing
Bad bitch start texting
Yeah she romantic yeah she gone caress me
I'm praying lil shawty molest me
I fuck that bitch in the motel corner
Lil white boy fuck the game up
I run the bag up she give me top I go faster
Scared if I bust I might crash in the phantom
Holy fuck we going fast foreal
Big strip diamonds dance foreal
No licks going down over here
20 racks on the dash oh well
I'm getting wild lets turn it up
Cant turn down we burning up
Molly in my system merking some
Talking bout that I'm gas I'm bringing some
Claiming you balling I drop what you drop in a month ima fuck up yo funds yeah'
Speak on my dawg ima lift you up
I just finessed a baddie new bitch to fuck
Tripping on me like damn I'm in the club with yo boo got dram
Build her up just to blow her back down
Fuck on yo bitch I don't need her I got her screaming
Lights on me got bad hoes dreaming
Slime he gone stay with a heater
Drip got big gas on em
Fuck me a thotty control her
I ain't yo owner lil bitch I ain't sober
When I have a jit ima cop Fendi stroller
Pop me some more to go slower
Slide with a blower
Yeah bitch we popping up nah we ain't chillin
Pressure on my shoulders ima buss through the ceiling
I'm tryna run up these mufucking millions
I don't need luck nah fuck bout opinions
Talkin bout that pressure it applies to the villains
Nah we ain't pop for the feelings
Hope I didn't take too much shit I'm tripping
Need to slow down I'm moving too fast
Bands in the coupe shit I hope I don't crash
Slime cop the juice we sipping ain't tripping
We run up a bag
Nah I ain't letting off the gas
Live quick die young I know life ain't for me
Chilling with the rain drip like a rollie
Born to be a boss ass jit that's fashowdy
Why they still tripping ill die for lil woadie
I'm finna grind till my whole team cozy hell yeah
Speak on my dawg ima lift you up
I just finessed a baddie new bitch to fuck
Tripping on me like damn I'm in the club with yo boo got dram
Build her up just to blow her back down
Fuck on yo bitch I don't need her I got her screaming
Lights on me got bad hoes dreaming
Slime he gone stay with a heater
Drip got big gas on em