Lil Yachty - Hybrid lyrics

What's up, Boat? Ayy, ayy sh*ttyBoyz [BabyTron] 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 sh*t, that's the law ain't it? Demolition man, in your b*tch 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 Franklin's 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 b*tch, 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 b*tch 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 b*tches got a bad mouth You 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 sh*t 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 [Lil Yachty] How I up a Rolls and Benz at the same time? How the hell is ni**as 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' b*tches 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 ni**as with they moms, I am not your exes Chalkin' ice, all throughout my cup, it's like a game of Tetris ni**as bitin' everything I do, they say I'm too infectious (Go) If I lose it, give a fu*k, I buy another one Spent a hundred K a hundred times, b*tch, I'm Venita son All these ni**as actin' just like me, sh*t, I don't need a son Fifty ni**as all surround my car, like I don't need a gun Spit sh*t 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 b*tches, doin' store runs Ran out of bullets, don't reload, just go buy more guns Might go up my lil' sister with a .41 ni**as said I'm gettin' rich, they broke and forty-one Your b*tch love to su*k 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 b*tch) 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 b*tch what's my name, what's my name? Bro kitchen only got chickens like Raising Cane's These ni**as grew up with riches, never felt pain Superman pills got me lookin' round for Lois Lane [ Lil Yachty] Us b*tch Know it's us