Get Lucky
They know im the heart of this shit
And they kno that i started shit
Disrespect us then we parkin ya whip
Im up all night money hungry
Like track trynna cross the country
Opps ass why you trynna duck me?
Back out before he even rush me
Niggas hate me but they bitches love me
In the stu just havin fun
When you see me boy you better run
How you beef and don't keep a gun?
Catch a opp then im gettin lucky
Pour up wok got me feeling muddy
Kno some rips but i get bloody
Im the big dawg you's a puppy
We been eating pockets gettin chubby
And you bitches be losing it, and the tec got a cooler kit
Slide down his block wet him up we be poolin shit
Only hang wit them buggouts we lunatics
Better stay on point
Bullets gon fly they hit em in his joint
Gotta get low duckin on the boys
We be dem niggas who be making noise
Masked up but it ain't halloween, on a friday the 13th
Haunting niggas i be in they dreams, but ian talkin elm street
Feets
What these niggas runnin, they ain't outside why is they the duckin heat
He said he the king of the island, get shot if you wildin' boy please take a seat
Biggest F who be bigger than he?
And they know i be fucking these beats
My gang be on hots you can't fuck wit the tweaks
Think he woke then we put him to sleep
And i know why that mad cause we killin dey ass i get paid just to talk on a beat
Want a feature this shit not for free
All this drip yea it come w a fee
We goin so far
All these bitches just kno just who we are
FNB coming up rising stars (Uhuh)
Money man feelin like tony stark (Graa graa)
Talkin crazy im lettin it spark
Hang wit my dogs man you know that they bark
You a fish i be hanging with sharks
Im talking my shit and im leaving a mark (Nigga)
They know im the heart of this shit
And they kno dat i started shit
Disrespect us then we parkin ya whip
Im up all night money hungry
Like track trynna cross the country
Opps ass why you trynna duck me?
Back out before he even rush me
Niggas hate me but they bitches love me
In the stu just havin fun
When you see me boy you better run
How you beef and don't keep a gun?
Catch a opp den im gettin lucky
Pour up wok got me feeling muddy
Kno some rips but i get bloody
Im the big dawg you's a puppy
We been eating pockets gettin chubby
And they kno that i started shit
Disrespect us then we parkin ya whip
Im up all night money hungry
Like track trynna cross the country
Opps ass why you trynna duck me?
Back out before he even rush me
Niggas hate me but they bitches love me
In the stu just havin fun
When you see me boy you better run
How you beef and don't keep a gun?
Catch a opp then im gettin lucky
Pour up wok got me feeling muddy
Kno some rips but i get bloody
Im the big dawg you's a puppy
We been eating pockets gettin chubby
And you bitches be losing it, and the tec got a cooler kit
Slide down his block wet him up we be poolin shit
Only hang wit them buggouts we lunatics
Better stay on point
Bullets gon fly they hit em in his joint
Gotta get low duckin on the boys
We be dem niggas who be making noise
Masked up but it ain't halloween, on a friday the 13th
Haunting niggas i be in they dreams, but ian talkin elm street
Feets
What these niggas runnin, they ain't outside why is they the duckin heat
He said he the king of the island, get shot if you wildin' boy please take a seat
Biggest F who be bigger than he?
And they know i be fucking these beats
My gang be on hots you can't fuck wit the tweaks
Think he woke then we put him to sleep
And i know why that mad cause we killin dey ass i get paid just to talk on a beat
Want a feature this shit not for free
All this drip yea it come w a fee
We goin so far
All these bitches just kno just who we are
FNB coming up rising stars (Uhuh)
Money man feelin like tony stark (Graa graa)
Talkin crazy im lettin it spark
Hang wit my dogs man you know that they bark
You a fish i be hanging with sharks
Im talking my shit and im leaving a mark (Nigga)
They know im the heart of this shit
And they kno dat i started shit
Disrespect us then we parkin ya whip
Im up all night money hungry
Like track trynna cross the country
Opps ass why you trynna duck me?
Back out before he even rush me
Niggas hate me but they bitches love me
In the stu just havin fun
When you see me boy you better run
How you beef and don't keep a gun?
Catch a opp den im gettin lucky
Pour up wok got me feeling muddy
Kno some rips but i get bloody
Im the big dawg you's a puppy
We been eating pockets gettin chubby
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Whitaker
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