Lucky Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
It's a cold, cold world, better stay with your heater you ain't buyin' no drugs, then we cannot meet up
I don't care who you are, I'm a tax for a feature
Learn math from the trap, like fuck all my teachers
If you wanna get rich, just buy my tunes Bitch,
I'm a demon, flockin' at the goons
Woke up this mornin' and I put the uppy
Had to thank God, cause I'm feelin' lucky
I'm in a stu rappin' bout my life
I made some choices, them shit wasn't right
We ain't have no car, we was bendin' on bikes
First opp that we see, then we takin' his life
Tell momma don't worry, I'ma get it right
Put the beam on his eye, watch it fuck up his sight
Got 23 shots, feelin' like a mike
I be totin that my strap sum like a dyke
When it comes to the rap, give it all I got I refuse to be broke, run shit on the block
Fuck a red light, I'm not gon' stop Got so much wock I'm ', feelin' like a doctor
I don't Trust my lawyer, might do him like Procter totin this
ghost, I ain't talkin' bout power
If you tryna cop, just give me an hour
When it comes to the samples , just give me my flowers
It's a cold, cold world, better stay with your heater you ain't buyin' no drugs, then we cannot meet up
I don't care who you are, I'm a tax for a feature
Learn math from the trap, like fuck all my teachers
If you wanna get rich, just buy my tunes Bitch,
I'm a demon, flockin' at the goons
Woke up this mornin' and I put the uppy
Had to thank God, cause I'm feelin' lucky
I'm in a stu rappin' bout my life
I made some choices, them shit wasn't right
We ain't have no car, we was bendin' on bikes
First opp that we see, then we takin' his life
Tell momma don't worry, I'ma get it right
Put the beam on his eye, watch it fuck up his sight
Got 23 shots, feelin' like a mike
I be totin that my strap sum
like a dyke