Left Brain - LIFT lyrics

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] We trippy n***a, hella far out (trippy!) I'm on the track with Juicy J, b**h eat your heart out Haters like, "what's the f**ing 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**h 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 d** might k** 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**h [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***a around, G6 high in the clouds b**h 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**h and sock the b**h And give her dick, but please don't tell Trippy hoes with trippy n***as Paper planes and plenty swishas Need something? I know them n***as ? gone, I know the n***a Shots, shots, everybody taking shots Smoking and I'm sipping, stumbling through the parking lot Syrup, slurred words, dropping, hitting curbs Bad model b**h, 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**h 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***as leaning in the Lex, no need for a stretch Return typos when I receiving text I don't wife hoes, I just fiending for s** Heard she like pills, she be screaming for X YZ, I'm the n***a 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**, 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**ing drink that give me fix I need OFWG overseas, 30,000 feet [Outro] - Left Brain