Luchi Template Lyrics

He's kind of looking at us, right

Stupid ass

Hey, what's going on

I see it in your face. I got the good stuff

Cocaine, pills, whatever you want

Yeah, what are you trying for

I just have like, I got five

Yeah, alright, alright, that's perfect

So you want two 8-ball, and you want the two, um, what's the name, right

Well, yeah, ten rolls

I mean, yeah, I can try

Yeah, try this

Oh, motherfucker

This motherfucker right here is stupid, boy

I need you to take it for a spin

Boy, I got to

Man, that motherfucker, that's some of that high-power shit, shawty

I know that motherfucker right there

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're going to do it, boy

No matter what happens, boy, keep that motherfucker rolling

Boy, don't never turn it off

This is how you fucking do it

You want to be luchi

You gone need three things

A wood, a Glock, and a hemi

Bitch, I already told you I only want the cheese

The moolah, the guap, fettuccine

Shit, I was probably loaded as a bitch when you see me

She ask me why I fuck her like that

Cause I need it

Bitch, I told you stop texting all that

I don't read you

Talk about that, she seen me with a bitch

I ain't seen it

I ain't try to say all that

I ain't mean it

This little toxic bitch make up sex Bomb

She be creaming

I fucked her with my mixtape on Guess she leaked it

I fucked and put the dick back in

She aint peep it

I'm a hit it mt mask on

Imma creep it

I ain't lying

Bae this for you, Cleveland

You know spoiled girls get Dior, Neiman's

Shit

Think I lose money for a whore

You dreaming

The city know I been killing shit first

Ari Lehman

I put a bad bitch on ice like a penguin's

How the fuck you run that money up like you Ingram

Little fat bitch, got her tummy tucked

I been scheming

Before KD, I had niggas up in Phoenix

You're the type a nigga probably tell like you seen it

My lil' shooter automatic with it like he greened it

She told me all she want is dick

She done feined it

She thought I couldn't hit it from the side

I done leaned it

Oh, shit

Yeah

Uh

You want to be luchi

You gone need three things

A wood, a Glock, and a hemi

Bitch, I already told you I only want the cheese

The moolah, the guap, fettuccine

Shit, I was probably loaded as a bitch when you see me

She ask me why I fuck her like that

Cause I need it

Bitch, I told you stop texting all that

I don't read you

Talk about that, she seen me with a bitch

I aint seen it