Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hybrid, artist - Lil Yachty.
Date of issue: 22.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hybrid |
What’s up, Boat? |
Ayy, ayy |
ShittyBoyz |
Track two’s got me euro steppin' like I’m ball payin' |
If it’s smoke, we gon' send some shots and leave 'em cross faded |
Snitches get stitches like, shit, that’s the law ain’t it? |
Demolition man, in yo bitch crib wall breakin' |
You beggin' for the sauce, I don’t wanna hear you talk Plankton (Shuttup) |
Right side the dub show, my left pocket all Franklins |
Chain tri-color but the Buffys, yeah, they caucasian |
God bless the skins, 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 hit for fifty |
Hitta 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’ll 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 |
Unk, he got some strong dog in, you can’t poodle shop |
Garlic rib dinner, it’s take out from the crab house |
If we don’t see you, stake out at yo man’s house |
Cuttin' up like a switchblade, finna stab out |
Zip of turtle pie to the face, I might pass out |
Lyin' lil' boujie, all my bitches got a bad mouth |
Didn’t wanna fight in middle school, you wanna scrap now? |
Put yo hands down, in point two, I’m pullin' mag out |
He had dog shit from EDD but he ran out |
Lil' Boat, BabyTron |
Bad Boys in '89 |
Exotic pop muddy |
Got me walkin' 'round like Frankenstein |
Off White 1's up like Jordan back in '85 |
Prices goin' up, or a vid you gotta pay me five |
How I up a Rolls and Benz at the same time? |
How the hell is niggas gangstas graduatin' from St. Johns? |
I don’t 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 Malcom X’s |
Really rich, them niggas with they moms, I am not yo exes |
Chalkin' ice, all throughout my cup it’s like a game of Tetris |
Niggas bittin' everythin' I do, they say I’m too infectious (Go) |
If I lose it, give a fuck I buy another one |
Spent 100k 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 outta bullets, don’t reload just go buy more guns |
Might go up my lil' sister with a forty-one |
Niggas hate I’m gettin' rich, they broke and forty-one |
Yo bitch love to suck dick, leave it on her tongue |
Hate to be the one tell you the truth, dog, 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 Raisin Cain |
These niggas grew up with riches, never felt pain |
Superman pills got me lookin' 'round for Lois Lane |
Us |
Bitch |
Know it’s us |