Test ya Luck ft. Luhjet Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Listen It's getting hot outside I'm in my bag all summer
Don't come around wit no negativity get yo mind right
Big motion
Huh
Yeah you know we flippin shit
I got these 223s boy I be ready to flip a bitch
Got my Glock up in this bitch I set it off I leave em hit
Leave yo mans up in a ditch I skirt off might just drop a diss
Skrrrt
Aye Luh jet mann let these niggas kno what da fuck goin on
Aye Zako these niggas ain't on shit man
These niggas ain't got no luck man
Leh go
Huh
Boy I swear come test ya luck
Spinnin shit up out the whip they be like what the fuck
Got this Glock up in these purple jeans I swear come test ya luck
On the nat I looked at twin I see a lick like boy let's buck
Come thru trim don't give no fuck
Got da sack I run it up
I was fuckin wit dat Ho until she got to actin up
32 shots I only sent two that lil boy got to backin up
32 shots I only sent two that lil boy got to backin up
I got dis Glock you know it's tucked
Nigga play we leave em stuck (boom)
I was serving pounds up in the truck
Nigga play we sending em up
Keep yo bitch she tryna fuck
Ian got time tryna run it up
I was in da back of the matte black truck
I see a opp we get em touched
Huh
Too much smoke up in my lungs
Know I always fuck with flats but it's jus sum bout this drum
And Ian trippin bout no nat I swear to god jus want ya tongue
Too much sticks up in the house I swear to god we don't need alarms
Like wtf all this lead gone fill em up
Had a shootout out in Oregon but these bullets he couldn't duck
Countin bands I'm running it up
Got bitch up in this truck
Nigga try we fuck em up
We send em up
Pussy boy come test ya luck
Diamonds on my wrist a nigga look flashy yo ho want a pic
Luh jet spot da pop I got my Glock you know I caught da pick
Call lil bro he leave em stained for them niggas doin all dat bitchin
I was cookin dope up in the kitchen
I seen that opp I left em missing
Left his ass stank left his ass right by the bank
Niggas kno we known fa Snatchin hats an pulling niggas rank
I'm the type to pop out thru the cut an meet you in ya face
Hop wit this 50 I let it quake yea that's a cold case
That's a cold case me an jet like thug an Quan nigga we was tryna do the race
12 hit the lights I swear to god nigga ain't touch the brakes
I'm punching the gas down 75 tryna stack this pape
Try yo luck u can die today
Blatt