Good Luck

Aye Aye Aye Aye
Bitch don’t be acting funny when I pull up
Keep my chains on and my watch whenever I cook up
Another thang sold every time Big Triple look up

Aye, aye 100 shots if he don’t die
Then he got good luck
These niggas ain't gonna to come forreal
I’m cooling got my foot up

Got some racks inside my pocket
Lets not talk about what I put up
Lets not talk about how lil homie dissed Big Triple
And got put up

I may paint the Lambo black and blue
Big Triple got the hook up
I’m popping in my section, I ain't even flexing
Was lit before I had a chain, I ain't need a nеcklace

I ain't need a groupie nigga to come through
And gеt reckless I'll do that shit myself
Ain't give her shit, she say I’m selfish
I’m turnt and I can’t help it, I’m really in the loop

I got the juice I feel like Welch’s
Hanging out the roof lil nigga shoot it just like Stephan
Ask about me Triple hard as an erection
They was crawling we was stepping

Aye, aye caught him with his hand down
He wasn’t ready
Smoke like a cigarette, we was stressing
Anywhere you see me at, I keep a weapon
40 on me, dress to kill
Whenever I step out I’m the freshest

Aye Aye Aye Aye
Bitch don’t be acting funny when I pull up
Keep my chains on and my watch whenever I cook up
Another thang sold every time Big Triple look up

Aye, aye 100 shots if he don’t die
Then he got good luck
These niggas ain't gonna to come forreal
I’m cooling got my foot up

Got some racks inside my pocket
Lets not talk about what I put up
Lets not talk about how lil homie dissed Big Triple
And got put up

I may paint the Lambo black and blue
Big Triple got the hook up
Aye Aye, all it take is one call
That sh*t these n*ggas signing for, I blew in one mall

Im shitting on em gonna need more than one stall
Pull up with some thugs
A bunch of young bloods, no Sean Paul
Little mama ain't shitting me

Nigga imma fuck it up
No way they can’t fuck with us
Them lil niggas ain't tough enough
Stuffing racks inside my pockets

Like they ain't already buff enough
Shit been on the up and up
I got enough to get you touched
Can’t play with Trip like that, I’m not the one

Soon as I jumped in the streets, I got a gun
You ain't talking bout paperwork, I got to run
Stood on business by my fucking self, I got it done
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

Bitch don’t be acting funny when I pull up
Keep my chains on and my watch whenever I cook up
Another thang sold every time Big Triple look up
Aye, aye 100 shots if he don’t die

Then he got good luck
These niggas ain't gonna to come forreal
I’m cooling got my foot up
Got some racks inside my pocket

Lets not talk about what I put up
Lets not talk about how lil homie dissed Big Triple
And got put up
I may paint the Lambo black and blue
Big Triple got the hook up