Luke Cage

Strong arm my nigga Luke Cage
Cause back in the day remember they used to shoot fades
But now they just shoot at ya face cause niggas be hatin they trappin on minimum wage
We up now, reason they jealous as fuck in a all black Benz you can say that we ball like the Bucks
I'm having my way with this shit, know I'm having my way with the stick so it ain't no discussion

Zaza fill up the Russian, we roll 3.5 big dog shit ain't no puppy
Hold on, fuck all the fuck shit you gotta blow the glock just like a trumpet
Call it band class the way my steppas marching with them drums
Wait open fire, eight billets to his body like some gum
His body on E he ran out of blood quick just head outta state for them bowls
You cover is blown, I heard that you told lil nigga like why would you fold lil nigga
In the cut with a big four nigga, no nigga this is not the same fye this a whole new pistol
Learn that matty from trappin when I get the package if I multiply down the middle
If you talkin both I'm gon need a percentage
New Carti boy fuck how I'ma step in Balenci
Who jackin, you jackin, you game like Nintendo
You won't catch me lacking leave yo ass in a splinter
A down bitch is what you niggas need
Drop too a nigga top and leave him on the scene
Selavi niggas tried to buck the shots made em flee
Aye 23 this a Jordan glock the forty hold a thirty shot

Strong arm my nigga Luke Cage
Cause back in the day remember they used to shoot fades
But now they just shoot at ya face cause niggas be hatin they trappin on minimum wage
We up now, reason they jealous as fuck in a all black Benz you can say that we ball like the Bucks
I'm having my way with this shit, know I'm having my way with the stick so it ain't no discussion



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Writer(s): Jacobi Harrington
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