No Luck Lyrics

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Pain and the scars yea that's all that I know

Whoever knew that a flower would grow

Whoever knew that I would up the score

Who would ever know that I got your lo

We don't pop a pill when we sliding on a drill

We got switches

They ain't jamming

Ten toes that's how we standing

Yea these bullets ain't racist I can't just tell you where they landing

We be wildin when we out and I ain't even talking about cannon

Or about the nick

Why these opps thinking they slick

They gonna run just like they rick

Because I bring the heat just like a bic

Feeling like a million bucks I'm a walking liq

Tinted windows Armored trucks

Designer clothes That is a must

All hustle no luck yea I love the way she fuck

If it's up we stuck We be sliding like a hockey puck

We be on the ground ten toes like a sandal

We be puffing loud swear the crossover is hard to handle

No this ain't a joke We want all the smoke like it's a camel

Apply the heat and watch it burn watch it melt just like a candle

This the last supper baby we all bosses at the table

Staying unsigned and we independent fuck a label

Feds be watching they watching us just like it's cable

Change the channel we banging heads just like it's heavy metal

Pain and the scars yea that's all that I know

Whoever knew that a flower would grow

Whoever knew that I would up the score

Who would ever know that I got your lo

We don't pop a pill when we sliding on a drill

We got switches

They ain't jamming

Ten toes that's how we standing

Yea these bullets ain't racist I can't just tell you where they landing

We be wildin when we out and I ain't even talking about cannon

Or about the nick

Why these opps thinking they slick

They gonna run just like they rick

Because I bring the heat just like a bic

I told my hitter we gonna change plans if he with his children

That's the only rule I got I hope you understanding

I don't care if he with his mother or with his girl

We gonna send acouple hollows at him and rock his world

We just shake this shit up

Got extended mags With hollow tips

We run up in your house like I'm the grinch

Give your ass a fade I'm not talking barbers when I say that I got a clip

Yea when you hear this shit rip it'll make you do a flip

Next thing all you see is red and blue

You think we at war with a crip

Paramedics rushing to you quick

They just wanna keep you living

You trying to breathe Holding onto your throat

I told you not to fuck around with me Now you gotta go

Pain and the scars yea that's all that I know

Whoever knew that a flower would grow

Whoever knew that I would up the score

Who would ever know that I got your lo

We don't pop a pill when we sliding on a drill

We got switches

They ain't jamming

Ten toes that's how we standing

Yea these bullets ain't racist I can't just tell you where they landing

We be wildin when we out and I ain't even talking about cannon

Or about the nick

Why these opps thinking they slick

They gonna run just like they rick

Because I bring the heat just like a bic