
No luck Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Nigga trying to be me boy no luck
Ha!
Nigga mad at me because his hoe chose up
We just scored on some tris and it's poured up
Nigga mad at me because my wrist froze up
Nigga trying to be me boy no luck
All of these niggas my son, all of these niggas my clone
Did this shit by myself did this shi on my own
Imma pour the whole eighth, sip the shit until it's gone
Nigga talking out his top, I put them racks on his dome
I put that bag on his head, guaranteed to get him touched
I'm too in love with that guap, only thing that I trust
He ain't talking about no guap, tell that lil nigga hush
And I'm in the fast lane, baby girl I'm inna rush
Like who can I call, like who can I call
When I got the ball
They hoping I fall
I go for it all
I walk in the mall
And I buy the mall
I'm not tryna stall
Drop me a perc, we can watch it dissolve
But baby that's all
She like ouu I miss the old you
Hoe I'm too elite I told you
Now I keep them racks like I'm supposed to
Told my nigga watch who you close to
Because these niggas plot and they so fu
And all of these niggas go to changing up
When you fall they don't know you
I'm at the bank when it closed up
Told my nigga we gone get em wait just hold up
We ain't choose this life, man this life chose us
Meanwhile a nigga mad because his hoe chose up
Nigga mad at me because his hoe chose up
We just scored on some tris and it's poured up
Nigga mad at me because my wrist froze up
Nigga trying to be me boy no luck
Nigga trying to be boy no luck
Ha!
Nigga mad at me because his hoe chose up
We just scored on some tris and it's poured up
Nigga mad at me because my wrist froze up
Nigga trying to be me boy no luck
All of these niggas my son, all of these niggas my clone
Did this shit by myself did this shi on my own
Imma pour the whole eighth, sip the shit until it's gone
Nigga talking out his top, I put them racks on his dome