Out of Luck
Yea that's my twin
If I got it he got it mi casa su casa
Swinging my dreads in the moshpit
I'm high and too turnt like a rasta
She throwing the pussy all on me I'm beating it up like a boxer
We blowing this weed to the ceiling
The script in my pocket from doctors
I know a nigga who hit him a lick
And he think I forgot
But I still want his head
Swerving through traffic
I'm ducking the feds
Got a cup full of meds
This shit been red
Know if I sign me a deal Ima run to the trap and go pop off a tag
Fuck with my guys and they bearing the arms
We not running not using no legs
Goofy ass nigga get burnt like a cig
We don't give no fuck bout what you did
Them niggas ain't talking bout nothin
Touch me a mill, on his head Ima go drop a hundred
I'm kicking this shit like I'm putting
Balenci' the runner
I shit on these niggas I'm dumping
Not dropping no percs in my cup It go straight to the face
I'm higher than that boy Tim Duncan
Woah
Slatt just hit the road
Slimey as the fuck
Just wanna shoot a pole
He geekin' off the perc
Might wanna take yo soul
I feel I'm out of luck
Goin pour the green by four
Pour it up
If I got it he got it mi casa su casa
Swinging my dreads in the moshpit
I'm high and too turnt like a rasta
She throwing the pussy all on me I'm beating it up like a boxer
We blowing this weed to the ceiling
The script in my pocket from doctors
I know a nigga who hit him a lick
And he think I forgot
But I still want his head
Swerving through traffic
I'm ducking the feds
Got a cup full of meds
This shit been red
Know if I sign me a deal Ima run to the trap and go pop off a tag
Fuck with my guys and they bearing the arms
We not running not using no legs
Goofy ass nigga get burnt like a cig
We don't give no fuck bout what you did
Them niggas ain't talking bout nothin
Touch me a mill, on his head Ima go drop a hundred
I'm kicking this shit like I'm putting
Balenci' the runner
I shit on these niggas I'm dumping
Not dropping no percs in my cup It go straight to the face
I'm higher than that boy Tim Duncan
Woah
Slatt just hit the road
Slimey as the fuck
Just wanna shoot a pole
He geekin' off the perc
Might wanna take yo soul
I feel I'm out of luck
Goin pour the green by four
Pour it up
Credits
Writer(s): Jorel Sinegal
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