No Luck

The runts that I'm smoking it ain't no more joking it got g in the front
This chopper I'm toting he act like he homeless, he sleep in the trunk
My niggas they reckless they overprotective they keep in the tuck
We came from the trenches we start as no bitches we ain't need no luck

Trynna get me a blue face
Tommy just came home caught a new case
I know niggas catching bodies on blue-ray
Pray to god I make it before it's too late
I was tripping so I went n brought a suitcase

Rode the train now I'm shopping for a new wrath
Sippin' lean ion really fuck wit dusse
Breaking rules ion really care what you say
Ugh red dime make it spit

Shawty on my back cause she love a nigga drip
I'm only on the cash bitch you know I love the strip
And since I'm on the ave you know I got the grip
Um bitch don't you play wit me you know I keep that flame wit me

None this shit a fairytale and no this ain't no make believe
Free all my niggas on that hot pot cooking faithfully
Remember times wit nothing now a nigga stunting gracefully
Most these niggas out here ain't nothing like what they claim to be

I keep poppin' perky's the only thing that can tame a beast

I'm all for the paper
These shots they come wit no chaser
These glocks they come wit the laser
So please do not run wit that taser

N me plus a gun equal danger
Couple bucks turn family to strangers
Keep mo' ice then a motherfuckin ranger
All in the dark like coat on the hanger

The runts that I'm smoking it ain't no more joking it got g in the front
This chopper I'm toting he act like he homeless he sleep in the trunk
My niggas they reckless they overprotective they keep in the tuck
We came from the trenches we start as no bitches we ain't need no luck

No luckkk
No luckkk
No luckk
No luckkk
No luckkk

Yeahhhh
Yeahhh
Yeahhh
Yeahhh



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Bass
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