LIFT lyrics

by

Domo Genesis


[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
We trippy n*gga, hella far out (trippy!)
I'm on the track with Juicy J, b*tch eat your heart out
Haters like, "what's the f*cking odds I pull the cards out?"
Not a shooting star, but high enough to shoot the stars out
Sipping on some syrup, and I'm feeling great
Chilling with this girl, I'm finna penetrate
Na she ain't mine, I ain't cuffing, I'm a renegade
Skeeting in her face, hit the dougie, b*tch I'm getting paid
Doms in this ho, chilling on the ceiling
Smoking my prescription, how you doing, how you feeling?
It's not for the weak, strong drugs might kill em
I'mma hop in the beach crispier than white linen
And I'm faded like a washed black tee, mad tree
If you need the loud sheep, ask me, I'm deep
Influenced underneath, I'm good, no sleep
Nowhere near me, up 30,000 feet b*tch

[Hook: Hodgy Beats]
It's like I'm high in the airport
And they know I'm faded
No problems escalated
Man, we ain't the ones to play with

Juicy J
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
Domo Genesis
I'm coming down but I ain't touching the ground
Flyest n*gga around, G6 high in the clouds b*tch

Juicy J
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet
30,000 feet

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Juicy J be high as hell, get that drink I might as well
Find a b*tch and sock the b*tch
And give her di*k, but please don't tell
Trippy hoes with trippy n*ggas
Paper planes and plenty swishas
Need something? I know them n*ggas
? gone, I know the n*gga
Shots, shots, everybody taking shots
Smoking and I'm sipping, stumbling through the parking lot
Syrup, slurred words, dropping, hitting curbs
Bad model b*tch, I'm trying hit her where it hurts
Medication proper, I got it from the doctor
Tonight's a celebration, roll them blunts up like a ?
Might die, might die, might die
Walkies been around, Bombay straight
b*tch I need another round
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
I tell my mans I'm on the way to the show
Grab the bottles, call the models on the way, let's go
n*ggas leaning in the Lex, no need for a stretch
Return typos when I receiving text
I don't wife hoes, I just fiending for sex
Heard she like pills, she be screaming for X
YZ, I'm the n*gga you might see
In need of Visine, blood shed on the crime scene
Colors for the summer fire works, which I observe
Mary Jane is nymph, she gon die a perv
Police may pull me over, cuz sh*t, I might serve
I blow the smoke in they face, I got a lot of nerve
My life is like a strobe light, you turn me off
I pro light up the weed
And pour some f*cking drink that give me fix I need
OFWG overseas, 30,000 feet

[Outro] - Left Brain
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