Lyft me up by Johnny B Lyrics
I made this for the hustlers and customers
I made it for going out and turning up
But this song specifically, I made for the haters
With much love, yours truly
Johnny B
Loser, loser, double loser as if
Get the picture
I don’t smoke, the homies do
So I got a pack of swishers
Uber got the surcharge
Go ahead and Lyft me up
No mo’ Henny in the crib
Tito soda in my cup
I’m just working on my craft
Doing numbers like some math
Bullshit, insecurity
I leave it in the past
This shit feels like narcos
Like I was with Pablo
Load it in the Barco
Get the cash and vamonos
I want it all
The fortune and thе glory (glory)
Going all the way up
Real high like 11 storiеs
Thanking god for every morning
Make that cake, no sugar coating
One wrong move
End up missing
Where you at?
That finding dory
Rookie in the game
But I’m looking like a veteran
I’m doing great, losing weight
Fuck a speech impediment
In the crib, the grind never stops
They want me to fall off
They want me to flop
Cuz I’m
Blowing up
Getting fucking assets
Imma grind, imma work
Til I’m in a casket
Uh, Rolling loud
Just the festival
Motherfuckers got the point
Just like a decimal
I’m asking how you feel
I say incredible
About my grind, about my green
Just like a vegetable
I’m a staple in my city
Like a centerfold
Oh, they want beef
I like it raw like no protection
Yo, gimme the top
Gimme the roll
Gimme the rock
Get it and go
Fork down the road
But I’m going down the middle
Cuz I’m workin, workin
Don’t need to mention it
I’ve come too far
To choke up and hesitate
Uh, on the rat race for the cheese
Boss up, level up, level up
Get like me
I made it for going out and turning up
But this song specifically, I made for the haters
With much love, yours truly
Johnny B
Loser, loser, double loser as if
Get the picture
I don’t smoke, the homies do
So I got a pack of swishers
Uber got the surcharge
Go ahead and Lyft me up
No mo’ Henny in the crib
Tito soda in my cup
I’m just working on my craft
Doing numbers like some math
Bullshit, insecurity
I leave it in the past
This shit feels like narcos
Like I was with Pablo
Load it in the Barco
Get the cash and vamonos
I want it all
The fortune and thе glory (glory)
Going all the way up
Real high like 11 storiеs
Thanking god for every morning
Make that cake, no sugar coating
One wrong move
End up missing
Where you at?
That finding dory
Rookie in the game
But I’m looking like a veteran
I’m doing great, losing weight
Fuck a speech impediment
In the crib, the grind never stops
They want me to fall off
They want me to flop
Cuz I’m
Blowing up
Getting fucking assets
Imma grind, imma work
Til I’m in a casket
Uh, Rolling loud
Just the festival
Motherfuckers got the point
Just like a decimal
I’m asking how you feel
I say incredible
About my grind, about my green
Just like a vegetable
I’m a staple in my city
Like a centerfold
Oh, they want beef
I like it raw like no protection
Yo, gimme the top
Gimme the roll
Gimme the rock
Get it and go
Fork down the road
But I’m going down the middle
Cuz I’m workin, workin
Don’t need to mention it
I’ve come too far
To choke up and hesitate
Uh, on the rat race for the cheese
Boss up, level up, level up
Get like me