Bad Luck
Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds
They just keep blocking out the sun
Yeah, day after day I be like fuck it, nigga
Been a couple days since we last spoke and now you fuckin' niggas
I had his shorty on my dick, should've made her suck it, nigga
You was talkin' all that shit, and now you duckin' niggas
It's cool, 'less you think I'm a fool
Got so much tricks up my sleeve, I don't know which one I'ma chose
Got all these rips in my jeans, but they still gon' look at my shoes
Know I move like a demon, I came to fuck up the mood
It goes on and on and on 'cause she keep tryna do me wrong
I don't know what you was on 'cause I ain't never did you wrong
Beef goes on and on and on 'cause niggas really want me gone, yeah
That's why I always gotta stay focused, nigga, yeah
We on alert 'cause we don't know this nigga, yeah
We tryna get high, so we might smoke this nigga, yeah
He don't know who I am, so I'ma show this nigga, yeah
And if it jam, I might just poke this nigga, yeah
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do, so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
I'ma fuck her back up, I think you should back up
It'd be a shame if your lil' stupid ass got clapped up
I don't feel no shame in what I do when niggas act tough
I was in your hood and all your niggas showed me mad love
I fucked you good, I had you screaming out my name
You broke my heart so many times, I'm feeling pain
I put my head down, I can't look at you the same
I let you slide so many times, I'll take the blame, yeah
I know I could've played you so many times
I don't know why I used to feed into your lies
I should've left 'cause you gave me so many signs
They tried to tell me you was dirty, but I ain't pay 'em no mind
Fuck you
I can't believe you let another nigga fuck you
I can't believe you let some other nigga touch you
You did me wrong, and all I ever did was love you (no, no)
It goes on and on and on 'cause she keep tryna do me wrong
I don't know what you was on 'cause I ain't never did you wrong
Beef goes on and on and on 'cause niggas really want me gone, yeah
That's why I always gotta stay focused, nigga, yeah
We on alert 'cause we don't know this nigga, yeah
We tryna get high, so we might smoke this nigga, yeah
He don't know who I am, so I'ma show this nigga, yeah
And if it jam, I might just poke this nigga, yeah
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do, so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do, so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
They just keep blocking out the sun
Yeah, day after day I be like fuck it, nigga
Been a couple days since we last spoke and now you fuckin' niggas
I had his shorty on my dick, should've made her suck it, nigga
You was talkin' all that shit, and now you duckin' niggas
It's cool, 'less you think I'm a fool
Got so much tricks up my sleeve, I don't know which one I'ma chose
Got all these rips in my jeans, but they still gon' look at my shoes
Know I move like a demon, I came to fuck up the mood
It goes on and on and on 'cause she keep tryna do me wrong
I don't know what you was on 'cause I ain't never did you wrong
Beef goes on and on and on 'cause niggas really want me gone, yeah
That's why I always gotta stay focused, nigga, yeah
We on alert 'cause we don't know this nigga, yeah
We tryna get high, so we might smoke this nigga, yeah
He don't know who I am, so I'ma show this nigga, yeah
And if it jam, I might just poke this nigga, yeah
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do, so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
I'ma fuck her back up, I think you should back up
It'd be a shame if your lil' stupid ass got clapped up
I don't feel no shame in what I do when niggas act tough
I was in your hood and all your niggas showed me mad love
I fucked you good, I had you screaming out my name
You broke my heart so many times, I'm feeling pain
I put my head down, I can't look at you the same
I let you slide so many times, I'll take the blame, yeah
I know I could've played you so many times
I don't know why I used to feed into your lies
I should've left 'cause you gave me so many signs
They tried to tell me you was dirty, but I ain't pay 'em no mind
Fuck you
I can't believe you let another nigga fuck you
I can't believe you let some other nigga touch you
You did me wrong, and all I ever did was love you (no, no)
It goes on and on and on 'cause she keep tryna do me wrong
I don't know what you was on 'cause I ain't never did you wrong
Beef goes on and on and on 'cause niggas really want me gone, yeah
That's why I always gotta stay focused, nigga, yeah
We on alert 'cause we don't know this nigga, yeah
We tryna get high, so we might smoke this nigga, yeah
He don't know who I am, so I'ma show this nigga, yeah
And if it jam, I might just poke this nigga, yeah
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do, so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
I was broke, so you know a young nigga had to get his racks up
I don't know what a nigga might do, so I stay strapped up
I don't got a damn thing to lose so nigga, act up
I done been through mad stuff, I guess I got bad luck
Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Walsh, Luis Campozano, Justin Irvin Rivera, Gabriel Acevedo
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