AIN’T LUCK

[Intro]
ChaseTheMoney!

[Chorus]
It ain’t no room for change we, [?] nigga say that’s his dawg but, he still tryna extort that nigga
How the fuck nigga pop up at your crib that ain’t luck
Made a move shout it up I’m Mr, yeah he got [?]
Gloves on hit the porch man down nobody move we taking drugs, we taking cash, we taking jewelry, and we taking food
All the heroin, went bad shit it’s still dog food
Rob the weed man for a half a pound, shit that’s just what gang do

[Verse]
Don’t, put your gun in Brody hand you not getting it back
Don’t even get loud with niggas might get your ass slapped
Ain’t no way that you can run from this my brain be on some different shit
Stab you with this fucking knife shoot you and kick you in your shit
Kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body (Damn), kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body (Damn), kick yo dead body nig (Damn)

[Chorus]
It ain’t no room for change we, [?] nigga say that’s his dawg but, he still tryna extort that nigga
How the fuck nigga pop up at your crib that ain’t luck
Made a move shout it up I’m Mr, yeah he got [?]
Gloves on hit the porch man down nobody move we taking drugs, we taking cash, we taking jewelry, and we taking food
All the heroin, went bad shit it’s still dog food
Rob the weed man for a half a pound, shit that’s just what gang do (Gang do)