MERCY

Luca on the track
Huh? Talkin' 'bout bread, ooh
Ooh

Let's talk about money, nigga
You niggas talk too much, huh?
You niggas talk, won't bust
All of my opps get touched, ha
Do the Mercedes rush
I walk with a limp, no crutch
I'm gonna need more ice (Yurrr)
Opps out, don't think twice
We hit his ass on sight (Baow)
Glocky, Glocky take his life
No, hell no we not gon' fight (Haha), yeah (Yeah), haha
This nigga thought we was playin' (Playin')
Nigga, the fuck is you sayin'? (Hahaha)
We finna find where you layin' (Mob)
Movie (Ooh)
I get the pack, you lose it
Fuck bein' broke, you choosin' (Woo)
New VVS, I'm cruisin'
I hit the bank, I splurge
Lit with the work, I serve
Bro hit the choppa, he swerve
Mercy, I made him pray to the Lord
I'm the one tuggin' the sword, splash
Walk to the bank and laugh
All I just think about cash
I left my wrist in the back, ayy
Flex, nigga, I know what's next
Nigga, I know I'm blessed
Nigga, you know you're stressed



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Sam Kirmayer, Levi Dover
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