Get Lucki
One of one, never one of two You can't fit up in these shoes
Fuck a lost and found, I can never lose Beat the pussy up, give a hella bruise
Wake up, chase the money, his shit still on snooze
Ballin' with the fashion, damn, I feel like Kuz
All this shit is fake, I'm like, fuck the rules
Baddie in the stands, I might drop a dub like Jordan Poole
Addicted to these numbers, add it up, but I don't fuck with school
Copycat, they just do what Chief do
She came 3am, with them panties
And they see through, but she got a man
I just keep our secret, cause she not a fan
Masu with the ricks, I might take a flight to Japan
It ain't bout the money, la-la-la, can't hear what you sayin
I don't really fuck with niggas, like I'm in the klux klan
Can't get a grip, but now them bitches fill up two vans
Sorry, what you say? She dance on the dick like Coi Leray
Them bitches comin' back to back like Golden State
Niggas starvin', niggas hungry, better watch your plate
Track runners, runnin' to the money, shit is not a race
Rappin' with the fashion, damn, I'm lit, man, I feel like ye
Remember times I ain't havin', now I got amnesia
Then I knew ya, now I don't, it was nice to meet ya
Triple-double on the court, them niggas in the bleachers
9-11, like Bin Laden, it's a two-seater
Porscheee
Fuck a lost and found, I can never lose Beat the pussy up, give a hella bruise
Wake up, chase the money, his shit still on snooze
Ballin' with the fashion, damn, I feel like Kuz
All this shit is fake, I'm like, fuck the rules
Baddie in the stands, I might drop a dub like Jordan Poole
Addicted to these numbers, add it up, but I don't fuck with school
Copycat, they just do what Chief do
She came 3am, with them panties
And they see through, but she got a man
I just keep our secret, cause she not a fan
Masu with the ricks, I might take a flight to Japan
It ain't bout the money, la-la-la, can't hear what you sayin
I don't really fuck with niggas, like I'm in the klux klan
Can't get a grip, but now them bitches fill up two vans
Sorry, what you say? She dance on the dick like Coi Leray
Them bitches comin' back to back like Golden State
Niggas starvin', niggas hungry, better watch your plate
Track runners, runnin' to the money, shit is not a race
Rappin' with the fashion, damn, I'm lit, man, I feel like ye
Remember times I ain't havin', now I got amnesia
Then I knew ya, now I don't, it was nice to meet ya
Triple-double on the court, them niggas in the bleachers
9-11, like Bin Laden, it's a two-seater
Porscheee
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