Bad luck

Know that shìt it come with bad luck
It come with bad luck
Nigga dissing on my brother know that shìt it come with bad luck
Can't catch that case cover your face nigga make sure you pull that mask up
Brody say you tryna slide shìt that's the reason you got gas for
Keep my distance snakes keep hissing nigga gotta keep the grass cut
Let a nigga diss my brother know that shìt it come with bad luck
Can't catch that case cover yo face nigga make sure you pull that mask up
Brody say you tryna slide shìt that's the reason you got gas for
Keep my distance snakes keep hissing nigga gotta keep the grass cut

Shìt let's active
Swear I miss my brother start subtracting
Member we seen your face like everyday this shìt not adapting
Shorty keep on asking me to tote them guns it's not unattractive
But then it something about them pretty bitches toting ratchets
When we talking you can't look me in my face cause you ain't savage
I than Fucked her good and made her eyes roll she so dramatic
My mind something I can't find it feel like I never had it
Back in school was not a factor all of a sudden niggas cappin
Bitch nigga turned to a savage
Back then he ain't have it
Girly thought I was average
Now she asking for attachments
Ball we don't need practice
Serving grams bitch you ain't trapping
Took my brother we can't have it
Now it's accidental static
Chilling with the thugs taking drugs
Say she want a hug
I can't give her love
She keep asking what's my sign and I just say all the above
Feel like uzi shoulder shrug
Grab your mask and keep your gloves
And if I point Brody gone bug
Turning quiet hoes to sluts
She say it look like you got some toxic dick it's in her guts
Tell her I don't fuck with twelve so why you think you getting cuffed
How you crying saying you miss me and you just was playing tough
You give me love but never trust
These hoes then turned me to a demon I do bitches wrong
It's crazy how you can't take dick but claiming that you grown
It's crazy how this bitch so thick but still fit in a thong
But I ain't gone lie when we get freaky that shit turn me on
Pretty face so it look better when she give me head
I damn near tell a bitch I love her in between her legs
Ava When we made it to the crib I had the lights on red
It's demon time that dusse in me your legs by your head
You say you hate me but you love the way I make you feel
You thought I came but I keep going like I'm off a pill
Put whip cream on a bitch that's what I'm on fr
I like my hoes in all sizes just need Something to feel

Let a nigga diss my brother know that shìt it come with bad luck
Can't catch that case cover yo face and pull yo mask up
You tryna slide shìt that's the reason you got gas for
I Keep my distance snakes keep hissing keep the grass cut



Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Brown Iii
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