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Lil Yachty - Hybrid Lyrics


[Intro: BabyTron]
What’s up, Boat?
Ayy, ayy
ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Track 2’s got me euro steppin’ like I’m ball playin’
If it’s smoke, we gon’ send some shots and leave ’em crossfaded
Snitches get stitches, like shit, that’s the law ain’t it?
Demolition man, in your bitch crib, wall breakin’
You beggin’ for the sauce, I don’t wanna hear you talk, Plankton (Shut up)
Right side the dubs, my left pocket all Franklins
Chains tri-color, but the buffies, yeah, they Caucasian
God bless the skin, free my babies fightin’ fraud cases
Newest Bape, I got it zipped up, she see the rivet in me
2016, I made a killin’ off Vanilla gifties
Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
Hi-C, deuce of Wock’
Y-3, newest Crocs
Five fiends by two o-clock
Hypebeast, Gucci socks
Side street, lose the cops
Try me, they shootin’ Glocks
Trickin’ on a picky bitch, like do you like these shoes or not?
Bro retarded, but will scribble somethin’ like he DoodleBob
Used to do the ramen, it’s two hundred dollar noodles now
Lil’ smart bitch from U of M, she got some stupid top
Unky got some strong dog in, you can’t poodle shop
Garlic rib dinner, it’s takeout from the crab house
If we don’t see you, stake out at your man’s house
Finna look like a switchblade, finna stab out
Zip of turtle pie to the face, I might pass out
Line lil’ boujee, all my bitches got a bad mouth
Didn’t wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scrap now?
Put your hands down and point to, I’m pullin’ MAG out
He had dog shit from EDD, but he ran out
Lil Boat, BabyTron
Bad Boys, ’89
Exotic pop muddy, got me walkin’ round like Frankenstein
Off-White ones up like Jordan back in ’85
Prices goin’ up for a vid’, you gotta pay me five

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
How I up a Rolls and Benz at the same time?
How the hell is niggas gangsters graduatin’ from St. John’s?
I’ont follow no one on the road, I paint my own lines
Twenty gifties tryna swipe a Chevy, gotta make it mine
Twenty-three, done made like thirty million, you could check my taxes
Only lettin’ bitches be the runners, yes, I am a sexist
Diamond teeth all throughout my mouth, cost a starter Lexus
Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus
I’m Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X’s
Really rich, them niggas with they moms, I am not your exes
Chalkin’ ice, all throughout my cup, it’s like a game of Tetris
Niggas bitin’ everything I do, they say I’m too infectious (Go)
If I lose it, give a fuck, I buy another one
Spent a hundred K a hundred times, bitch, I’m Venita son
All these niggas actin’ just like me, shit, I don’t need a son
Fifty niggas all surround my car, like I don’t need a gun
Spit shit that have ’em too sick, think he need a wipe
Pop him in his face mid-day, you could still see the sun
Five-star top tier bitches, doin’ store runs
Ran out of bullets, don’t reload, just go buy more guns
Might go up my lil’ sister with a .41
Niggas said I’m gettin’ rich, they broke and forty-one
Your bitch love to suck dick, leave it on her tongue
Hate to be the one tell you the truth, dawg, I know it’s dumb (Damn) Couldn’t have been my bitch
Play with my name, they in a hoodie like they from Highbridge
New Maybach eco-friendly, yes, it’s hybrid
Glock 19 come off the hip just like a sidekick
Bitch what’s my name, what’s my name?
Bro kitchen only got chickens like Raising Cane’s
These niggas grew up with riches, never felt pain
Superman pills got me lookin’ round for Lois Lane

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Us
Bitch
Know it’s us

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