LUCARIO Lyrics

Bitch I'm coming in hot I ain't talk bout the summer

My pockets got knots & your pockets a bummer

In this bitch with a stick I ain't talking drummer

Lil hoe on my dick & she wanting my number

She just here for the pipe I'm a Mario brother

Make a bag then I spend it tomorrow or something

Man my dawgs with the blues like Lucario cousin

Ima shooter we don't do the sparring or nothing

Or sparing a nigga

I'm too nice on mic don't compare to me niggas

Fuck her good Now she think ima terrible nigga

Doctor strange ima dreamer & cool with my demons

Got opps on the way & got opps who ain't breathing

Ima winner shit cold ion taking the seasons

I Don't got a BM, I walk with a Beamer

But I'm in the streets like I rock with the beetles

How you say you real we know that you ain't

She gotta fat ass I hope that it shake

I'm smoking that gas it's straight out the tank

You can tell by my face you know that shit stank

Man this shit could get cold just get you a mink

I know she a thot I hoping you think

Man you miss all the shots you take when you blink

Don't be flexing the boat if you leave when it sink

Niggas die everyday getting trapped by a thoothie

She throwing the coochie I want me the kufi

She ride for the opps but they died she a hoopty

Man this 24/seven I got me a two feet

I aim at ya melon

I pop me a roof

Cause you can't fuck with me

Even if I'm asleep

You can't I walk how I walk even if I'm a beat

Got a freak in designer

A freak in the sheets

Every dime that I touch

Turn a milli a piece

Ay yea

Hoes wanna fuck

I don't fuck with the drama

If you wanna talk bring a couple a dollars

Commas

She back it up like Madonna

Fucking the game up

They thought it's a tech

Ion saving no hoe

Ain't no S on my chest

Ima gangsta I walk with some pep in my step

You got money then better go place you a bet