Lyfted Intro - EarthGang

Oh, bout to go pick up Andrea

I hope she with the bullshit

Man, I ain’t fucked in two days

My shit backed up (God damn)

Oh, oh, let me unlock the door, baby

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, shit

Get, get in the car

You, you coulda sat in the front too

No, I’ll sit down back here

I don’t wanna make it seem like I don’t know you like that

Cause I’m tryna get to know you

OK

Where you finna go?

We going to the Westin

You finna go to the Westin

Let’s go to the Westin

Who you know in the Westin?

You gotta baby daddy?

No, I don’t have a baby daddy

You know I ain’t tryna shoot nobody bout no bitch

What?

Ok, ok, you ain’t got no kids

Let’s do it, we ride, we ride

We ride now, ay, we ride

What the fuck?

Is this shit broken?

Oh yeah, that seat belt don’t work, baby

You know what I’m sayin'?

Just, just put it over your shoulder

Know what I’m sayin'?

Like a safe control

Put it over my shoulder?

Niggas can’t be serious