Met Gala Songtext
von Luh Tyler

Yeah, in this bitch high as a plane
I kind of feel like a pilot
Yeah, I like to come off the brain
I never did nun′ to write it
Yeah, can never switch up on the gang
Know I keep them right beside me
Yeah, I take yo lil hoe do my thang
Then I pass her right to Grimy
Yeah, I done turn into a star
So I had to go up my pricing
Yeah, swear yo lil bitch like to eat
This bitch suck me up like a Dyson
Yeah, know you can not hit my weed
This shit it be punching like Tyson
Like how the fuck I ride the beat?
But ion even got me a license


Bitch I done went ran up my paper
Now I guess these n*ggas don't like me
I walked in the store I was regular, came out that bitch I was icy
′Member they left me on seen, now all theses hoes tryna write me
I smell like that gas so the kid asking me "is you high?"
Nigga I might be
Run up that bag I been stacking my paper to the sky
Getting checks like it's Nike
Ion even need the designer, I know I'm that guy
Take yo bitch in a white tee!!!
This bitch a baddie and she got that water, oh damn
I think she a Pisces
Been chasing that bag the whole summer, bitch think I′m a plumber
She like "can u pipe me?"
These n*ggas be stealing my flow, prolly go on Youtube
Typing Luh Tyler type beats
Lil n*gga I stay on the road, I been doing these shows
I just ran up a light G yeah
A hundred grand, n*ggas ain′t never seen that
I walk in them door and I'm looking for gas
My brodie n′em like "where the lean at?"
Say she want me and my brother, let's get in the ring
Man I guess that we team tagging
Hop on the mic and get groovy
These n*ggas just signing for movies
Cause they just gon′ keep acting
Lately I been in my bag, I been chasing them bands
N*gga I'm just gon′ keep stacking
N*gga my brodie ain't playing, make you put up yo hands
Yeah my brodie be heat packing
This bitch done got on my nerves, I just might fuck her friend
Cause the lil bitch just keep nagging
Why that boy all on the gram acting like he got bands?
That n*gga know he capping
I fucked around jumped on the mic and got rich off the fans
So imma just keep rapping
Anytime I'm on the mic they gon′ turn up the speakers
Them n*ggas like "he snapping"

Yeah, in this bitch high as a plane
I kind of feel like a pilot
Yeah, I like to come off the brain
I never did nun′ to write it
Yeah, can never switch up on the gang
Know I keep them right beside me
Yeah, I take yo lil hoe do my thang
Then I pass her right to Grimey
Yeah, I done turn into a star
So I had to go up my pricing
Yeah, swear yo lil bitch like to eat
This bitch suck me up like a Dyson
Yeah, know you can not hit my weed
This shit it be punching like Tyson
Like how the fuck I ride the beat?
But ion even got me a license