Hybrid
Lil Yachty"Hybrid" is a song by Lil Yachty, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:52 long and contains 73 lines and 657 words.
Lyrics
0:06What's up, Boat?
0:07Ayy, ayy
0:08ShittyBoyz
0:09Track 2's got me euro steppin' like I'm ball playin'
0:12If it's smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave 'em crossfaded
0:14Snitches get stitches, like shit, that's the law ain't it?
0:16Demolition man, in your bitch crib, wall breakin'
0:19You beggin' for the sauce, I don't wanna hear you talk, Plankton (Shut up)
0:21Right side the dubs, my left pocket all Franklins
0:24Chains tri-color, but the buffies, yeah, they Caucasian
0:26God bless the skin, free my babies fightin' fraud cases
0:28Newest Bape, I got it zipped up, she see the rivet in me
0:312016, I made a killin' off Vanilla gifties
0:33Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
0:35Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
0:38Hi-C, deuce of Wock'
0:39Y-3, newest Crocs
0:40Five fiends by two o-clock
0:42Hypebeast, Gucci socks
0:43Side street, lose the cops
0:44Try me, they shootin' Glocks
0:45Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do you like these shoes or not?
0:48Bro retarded, but will scribble somethin' like he DoodleBob
0:50Used to do the ramen, it's two hundred dollar noodles now
0:52Lil' smart bitch from U of M, she got some stupid top
0:55Unky got some strong dog in, you can't poodle shop
0:57Garlic rib dinner, it's takeout from the crab house
0:59If we don't see you, stake out at your man's house
1:02Finna look like a switchblade, finna stab out
1:04Zip of turtle pie to the face, I might pass out
1:07Line lil' boujee, all my bitches got a bad mouth
1:10Didn't wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scrap now?
1:12Put your hands down and point to, I'm pullin' MAG out
1:14He had dog shit from EDD, but he ran out
1:16Lil Boat, BabyTron
1:18Bad Boys, '89
1:19Exotic pop muddy, got me walkin' round like Frankenstein
1:21Off-White ones up like Jordan back in '85
1:23Prices goin' up for a vid', you gotta pay me five
1:26How I up a Rolls and Benz at the same time?
1:28How the hell is niggas gangsters graduatin' from St. John's?
1:31I'ont follow no one on the road, I paint my own lines
1:33Twenty gifties tryna swipe a Chevy, gotta make it mine
1:35Twenty-three, done made like thirty million, you could check my taxes
1:38Only lettin' bitches be the runners, yes, I am a sexist
1:40Diamond teeth all throughout my mouth, cost a starter Lexus
1:43Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus
1:45I'm Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X’s
1:48Really rich, them niggas with they moms, I am not your exes
1:50Chalkin' ice, all throughout my cup, it's like a game of Tetris
1:52Niggas bitin' everything I do, they say I'm too infectious (Go)
1:55If I lose it, give a fuck, I buy another one
1:57Spent a hundred K a hundred times, bitch, I'm Venita son
1:59All these niggas actin' just like me, shit, I don't need a son
2:02Fifty niggas all surround my car, like I don't need a gun
2:04Spit shit that have 'em too sick, think he need a wipe
2:07Pop him in his face mid-day, you could still see the sun
2:09Five-star top tier bitches, doin' store runs
2:11Ran out of bullets, don't reload, just go buy more guns
2:14Might go up my lil' sister with a .41
2:16Niggas said I'm gettin' rich, they broke and forty-one
2:19Your bitch love to suck dick, leave it on her tongue
2:21Hate to be the one tell you the truth, dawg, I know it's dumb (Damn) Couldn't have been my bitch
2:26Play with my name, they in a hoodie like they from Highbridge
2:28New Maybach eco-friendly, yes, it's hybrid
2:31Glock 19 come off the hip just like a sidekick
2:33Bitch what's my name, what's my name?
2:35Bro kitchen only got chickens like Raising Cane's
2:38These niggas grew up with riches, never felt pain
2:40Superman pills got me lookin' round for Lois Lane
2:45Us
2:47Bitch
2:52Know it's us
What's up, Boat? Ayy, ayy ShittyBoyz 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 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 Us Bitch Know it's us
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