Lucky

[intro]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Don't lack, don't lack
At all, at all
Ayo, it's that Bando nigga, up a O and I'm adding a K nigga
Mr. Jack-me-or-clap-me
Like, what? Like, what?
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
Why they keep dissing bro in their tracks? And they wack
Like, their mans in a pack
Fuck the 'net, we could link up the straps
Pop out 'cause, got 'em duckin', like, nigga, who that?
Free the guys, had 'em duckin' and trippin'
Free the guys, we was fucking their bitches
Like, Nazzy got shot, they recorded him twitchin'
Spin the T's, Gunna up it and blitz
Like, I don't know why they talk on the guys
Like, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Butta, that shit got me fried
We gon' spin through the bridge and I hope he gеt, like
I don't know why they talk on the guys
Likе, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Berry, that shit got me fried
We go spinning through Cottage, tryna get-

[Verse]
Free Dthang, got me mad in this shit
Loaded knocks, too tact in the whip
Brodie slide, i'ma slide, back to back in this shit
Smokin' UE and Yellow, they lacked and got hit
Standing strong, and there ain't no debating
Neck shot, JB died couldn't save him
Chest shot, JayRipk died, wasn't same shit
Noah shot, stomped his head in the pavement
Like, linking up and they still takin' L's
Talked on Rah, so we giving 'em hell, like
.30's and better, we catch Velly Vellz
Hollows shots, then we hear how he fell
Claiming tough, nigga, we on that same shit
We can link up and ball like the Lakers
Knockas on knockas, got switches and lasers
Reemo dump, he ain't ever gon' say shit, like
We spot 'em, we got 'em, he gone
He get took off for dissin' and cappin' in songs
Like, why would I trip, man these bitches is dogs
Said, I'm bustin', suck it, then I'm gone
Everyday gotta walk with the shit up on me, gotta make it back home every night
Smokin' Jacob, he died wit' his pipe
If that was me then I would've took life
It's a different between us and the opps, I got booked for the chop, came home and made it right
{It's a different between us and the opps, I got booked for the chop, came home and made it right}

[Chorus]
Why they keep dissing bro in their tracks? And they wack
Like, their mans in a pack
Fuck the 'net, we could link up the straps
Pop out 'cause, got 'em duckin', like, nigga, who that?
Free the guys, had 'em duckin' and trippin'
Free the guys, we was fucking their bitches
Like, Nazzy got shot, they recorded him twitchin'
Spin the T's, Gunna up it and blitz
Like, I don't know why they talk on the guys
Like, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Butta, that shit got me fried
We gon' spin through the bridge and I hope he get, like
I don't know why they talk on the guys
Like, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Berry, that shit got me fried
We go spinning through Cottage, tryna get-