Lyfter

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Brrr, huh, Brr, huh
Woo, Glock, Glock, Glock
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Hol' on, Glocky, hol' on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get it
Woo, look, bah
Look, brrr

[Verse 1: Curly Savv]
I put the opps on a hit list
Up that blick you ain't hit shit
For that money, I need it like Popeyes
Doughboy, you get hit in your biscuit

[Verse 2: Fetty Luciano]
Curly hit 'em, I'll put it in stick-shift
Blue flag, boy, I stay on some crip shit
Amiri jeans, my swag too different
Don't play, you can end up missin'

[Verse 3: Curly Savv]
Look
I'm in that Hellcat, Hemi
On the opps side, we doin' donuts
If I don't got it, then Fetty gon' talk
Call him and his mans, I call that a bonus

[Verse 4: Fetty Luciano]
Tell 'em keep my name out they mouth
They never outside when them shooters is out
I been the man in my house
I been getting Shmoney since I was a child

[Verse 5: Curly Savv]
Every gun got a beam on it, and it got a "G" on it (G-lock)
We gon' pull up like G-Unit
I keep a Glock with a few in it
Hop out, run down, spray 'em
Aim at his face then paint it
Niggas think 'cause I'm famous, I won't hop out the Hot Wheel, flame it

[Verse 6: Fetty Luciano]
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[Verse 7: Curly Savv]
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