Get Lucki (Remix) ft. Cloutmoe Lyrics

Call me Cloutmoe Ganger, I could take your bitch and paint her

Two-four in my cup, I'm glowin' up, boy, I'm a Laker

You wanna meet Buzz Lightyear, I can put you on a spaceship

Let me call Wade Girsky, on the guys, I miss my Ganger

I drop a Birkin bag, cause this bitch pretty like Selena

My doggy off the pills, he say he up, just like Sativa

My teacher taught me how to run a lab, you a bad teacher

I don't got nothin' for you, bitch, you trickin' and you needy

My bitches suck my dick, I drank a four, I think I'm sleepy

See, Ganger took a 30, Girsky ass Fat Joe leaning

You got the low hand, actin' like a fanboy, you a Lenzy

I'm with my Ganger, it's all stars around, like Walt Disney

I told this bitch to stuff it in her pouch and drive it over

I told this bitch I'm on Mountain Dew with a cream soda

Go run your back up, I could teach her how, like Eric Spoelstra

Give me some head, get lucky, I know you hoes fuckin

My young dog bow juggin, you niggas poo-puttin

My young dog throwin' bullets, put him in for Ben Roethlis

The way she talk about that Joe dude, I know he sloppy

Give me some head, get lucky, I know you hoes fuckin

My young dog Bo Juggin, you niggas poo-puttin

My young dog throwin' bullets, put him in for Ben Roethlis

The way she talk about that Joe dude, I know he sloppy

Aye I'm fenna hit this route, but it might take a couple takers

I fell up inside the Nap, I'm ballin' on them like a Pacer

Got a white bitch with some WIC, I swear you think this bitch was Haitian

This that white boy nigga, that's that magic, yeah, that Channing Tatum

I just bought a lil' P90, nigga, this a ghost Glock

Yeah, that bitch just like Casper, I pop out your soul drop

I might pour a four ounce Moton Grove inside a soda pop

I'm throwin' B's all on your street shit, I feel like I'm Grover now

Yeah, give me some head, get lucky, I know you hoes fuckin

She came back to my crib, she slid over inside a bucket

I'm feelin' like I'm playin' hockey, I might hit a bucket

I told her, bend it over, nah, bitch, just come and suck it

Give me some head, get lucky, I'm ridin' in some Truck Fit

I hit the Pyrex with a butter knife, I need a lunch kit

Put a lil' O up on your back, you got the same one as Russ did

I'm in the crib settin' up track, boy, I'm feelin' like that one kid

Give me some head, get lucky, bitch, give me some head, get lucky

I told her, I might dog on that bitch, I feel like Bucky

I'm ridin' in a, mm, yeah, nigga, I ain't for nothin

We put up, mm-mm, yeah, alright

Give me some head, get lucky, I know you hoes fuckin

My young dawg bow juggin, you niggas poo-puttin

My young dawg throwin' bullets, put him in for Ben Roethlis

The way she talk about that Joe dude, I know he sloppy

Give me some head, get lucky, I know you hoes fuckin

My young dawg bow juggin, you niggas poo-puttin

My young dawg throwin' bullets, put him in for Ben Roethlis

The way she talk about that Joe dude, I know he sloppy