Try Your Luck

[Intro][Big Flock]
Damn, damn, damn damn damn
I sip on drink, I put more than a four up
Dirty Fanta, Tropicana my soda
Big Flock, nigga!
Damn, damn damn

[Verse 1][Big Flock]
I sip on drink, I put more than a four up
Dirty Fanta, Tropicana my soda
Good suprema, gasolina my odor
Born in __________
Percalators help me with my bipolar
Cook a nigga, call that shit glockamole
It's a stick up, pass up just like a goalie
If you're working, pussy nigga, come show me
Cocaina mae that bitch catch a nose bleed
I don't fuck with Twitter niggas, they nosy
All these bitches tell their friends that they know me
But they don't know me, they just know all my photos
Monkey clips, orangutan, MoJo-JoJo
Chopper busting down your block like a dojo
Pumping so much gas, I work at Sunoco
But niggas telling on me just like they Polo

[Verse 2][JazzSWERVE]
Wockhardt what I drop in my soda
Glocka said "fuck a deuce, pour a four up"
Rake a nigga ass up like Folgers
I love glicks, bitch, I got glaucoma
Smoke OG's, said she love the aroma
It was 'Woods, now she smoke Sheets and Funnel
Plug texts me, said he got me, don't fumble
Get it in, get it gone off the muscle
I'm the man, bitches fuck off the humble
Nino on me, boy I don't like to rumble
Lil Ray, he be geeking to slump you
Run up on me, have you running like Russell
Purp his drink, then ______
I'm a janky nigga, I ain't gon' hold you
Bitch, I'm glicking, fuck around, I'ma fold you
You ain't stupid slim, you know what this pole do!

[Verse 3][Lil Dude]
Lil Dude doing hits out the Honda
I'm a Bébé kid, I really love drama
Robbing niggas, I ain't scared about karma
Niggas snakes, call they ass anacondas
Brodie whipping, you can smell the aroma
Trapping blocks, working out with the soda
Still got plugs all the way in North Dakota
If I go broke then I'm slumping them over
I'm just tryna buy my mother a rover
I'm shooting the glick, just like Dellavedova
Catch a nigga lacking, then it's all over
Give me a red, or turn to an odor

[Verse 4][Baby Ahk]
Got a call that the plug on the corner
Mafia ties, cooking up that aroma
Hi tec, what I drop in my soda
Brown skin, pretty hair like a mocha
Cocaina in the pouch like yogurt
Stretching money like I work out with yoga
Blue Lexus, and I call that bitch Meeka
Loud on me, so I sound like a speaker
Fifty bands, way up on my teachers
Only went to gym to serve on the bleachers
My only wish is to make it to Mecca
Grind hard, and I only do better
When its cold, grab my Glock, fuck a sweater
Fuck a Ruger, carry TECs and Berettas
When its cold, grab my Glock, fuck a sweater
Fuck a Ruger, carry TECs and Berettas