Lyfted (Intro)

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 f*ck? 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