Lirik Lagu Met Gala - Luh Tyler
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SkiiGang, nigga (Thanks, Yakree), ayy, on gangNigga, yeah, ayy, let's do it
Yeah, in this bitch high as a planeI kind of feel like a pilotYeah, I like to come off the brainI never did none to write it (To write it)Yeah, can never switch up on the gangKnow I keep them right beside me (Beside me)Yeah, I take your lil' ho, do my thingThen I pass her right to Grimy (On God)Yeah, I done turn into a starSo I had to go up my pricing (Yeah)Yeah, swear yo' lil' bitch like to eatThis bitch suck me up like a Dyson (Ugh)Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weedThis shit here be punching like Tyson (Damn)Like how the fuck I ride the beat?But I don't even got me a license (What the fuck?)
Bitch, I done went ran up my paper, now I guess these niggas don't like me (On God)I walked in the store, I was regular, came out that bitch, I was icy (Ice, yeah)'Member they left me on seen, now all theses hoes tryna write meI smell like that gas, so the kid asking me, "Is you high?"Nigga, I might beRan up that bag, I been stacking my pape' to the skyGettin' checks like it's Nike (On God)I don't even need the designer, I know I'm that guy, take yo' bitch in a white tee (What?)This bitch a baddie and she got that water, oh, damn, I think she a Pisces (Ugh)Been chasing that bag the whole summer, bitch, think I'm a plumberShe like, "Can you pipe me?" (Damn)These niggas be stealin' my flow, probably go on YouTube, typin' Luh Tyler type beatsLil' nigga, I stay on the road, I been doin' these showsI just ran up a light G, yeahA hundred grand, niggas ain't never seen that (Yeah)I walk in them door and I'm lookin' for gasMy brothernem like, "Where the lean at?" (Where the lean?)Say she want me and my brother, let's get in the ringMan, I guess that we team taggin'I hop on the mic and get groovy, the niggas should signin' for movies'Cause they just gon' keep actin'Lately, I been in my bag, I been chasing them bands, nigga, I'm just gon' keep stacking (I'm stacking)Nigga, my brodie ain't playin', make you put up yo' handsYeah, my brodie be heat packing (Fah)This bitch done got on my nerves, I just might fuck her friend'Cause the lil' bitch just keep nagging (She nagging)Why that boy all on the 'Gram, acting like he got bands?That nigga know he capI fucked around, jumped on the mic and got rich off the fansSo I'ma just keep rappin' (On God)Anytime I'm on the mic, they gon' turn up the speakersThem niggas like, "He snappin'"
Yeah, in this bitch high as a planeI kind of feel like a pilot (Feel like a pilot)Yeah, I like to come off the brainI never did none to write it (Did none to write it)Yeah, can never switch up on the gangKnow I keep them right beside me (On God)Yeah, I take your lil' ho, do my thing (Ugh)Then I pass her right to Grimy (On God)Yeah, I done turn into a starSo I had to go up my pricing (What?)Yeah, swear yo' lil' bitch like to eatThis bitch suck me up like a Dyson (Ugh)Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weedThis shit here be punching like Tyson (Like Tyson, nigga)Like how the fuck I ride the beat?But I don't even got me a license (I don't got me a license, nigga)
YeahSkii
Yeah, in this bitch high as a planeI kind of feel like a pilotYeah, I like to come off the brainI never did none to write it (To write it)Yeah, can never switch up on the gangKnow I keep them right beside me (Beside me)Yeah, I take your lil' ho, do my thingThen I pass her right to Grimy (On God)Yeah, I done turn into a starSo I had to go up my pricing (Yeah)Yeah, swear yo' lil' bitch like to eatThis bitch suck me up like a Dyson (Ugh)Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weedThis shit here be punching like Tyson (Damn)Like how the fuck I ride the beat?But I don't even got me a license (What the fuck?)
Bitch, I done went ran up my paper, now I guess these niggas don't like me (On God)I walked in the store, I was regular, came out that bitch, I was icy (Ice, yeah)'Member they left me on seen, now all theses hoes tryna write meI smell like that gas, so the kid asking me, "Is you high?"Nigga, I might beRan up that bag, I been stacking my pape' to the skyGettin' checks like it's Nike (On God)I don't even need the designer, I know I'm that guy, take yo' bitch in a white tee (What?)This bitch a baddie and she got that water, oh, damn, I think she a Pisces (Ugh)Been chasing that bag the whole summer, bitch, think I'm a plumberShe like, "Can you pipe me?" (Damn)These niggas be stealin' my flow, probably go on YouTube, typin' Luh Tyler type beatsLil' nigga, I stay on the road, I been doin' these showsI just ran up a light G, yeahA hundred grand, niggas ain't never seen that (Yeah)I walk in them door and I'm lookin' for gasMy brothernem like, "Where the lean at?" (Where the lean?)Say she want me and my brother, let's get in the ringMan, I guess that we team taggin'I hop on the mic and get groovy, the niggas should signin' for movies'Cause they just gon' keep actin'Lately, I been in my bag, I been chasing them bands, nigga, I'm just gon' keep stacking (I'm stacking)Nigga, my brodie ain't playin', make you put up yo' handsYeah, my brodie be heat packing (Fah)This bitch done got on my nerves, I just might fuck her friend'Cause the lil' bitch just keep nagging (She nagging)Why that boy all on the 'Gram, acting like he got bands?That nigga know he capI fucked around, jumped on the mic and got rich off the fansSo I'ma just keep rappin' (On God)Anytime I'm on the mic, they gon' turn up the speakersThem niggas like, "He snappin'"
Yeah, in this bitch high as a planeI kind of feel like a pilot (Feel like a pilot)Yeah, I like to come off the brainI never did none to write it (Did none to write it)Yeah, can never switch up on the gangKnow I keep them right beside me (On God)Yeah, I take your lil' ho, do my thing (Ugh)Then I pass her right to Grimy (On God)Yeah, I done turn into a starSo I had to go up my pricing (What?)Yeah, swear yo' lil' bitch like to eatThis bitch suck me up like a Dyson (Ugh)Yeah, no, you cannot hit my weedThis shit here be punching like Tyson (Like Tyson, nigga)Like how the fuck I ride the beat?But I don't even got me a license (I don't got me a license, nigga)
YeahSkii
