Type of Luck Lyrics

6 A.M. in this bitch

Jamie

Workin in the shadows, till I'm on the top

Bro ain't shootin' arrows got the chop and custom glock

Who want the smoke, bitch I'm givin' it for free

My dawg always tote he a doggie off a leash

I be in her throat that bitch all up on her knees

Give dat boi a rope, he be hangin' from a tree

Keep on bein' a lil fuckin' bitch

Keep on dissin imma get rich

Think I care I don't give a shit

You a bitch and you look like it

You just sad cuz of what you once had

Goin' out bad homie I know you mad

Bitch I'm glad, I just add,

No hard feelings towards ya lad

Oh I guess you tough, psych nah bitch

Try me or my family we keep nines on bitch

I just called yo bluff, sneaky lil bitch

Glocky got a switch, turn the lights off bitch

Batteries in a sock, swing dat bitch and hit yo jaw

Get eem' hit up spray the chop, lil boys stay runnin' off

Fuck you bitch, I ain't gonna touch you bitch

Them hittas come and hit you bitch

Just like a pack they flip you bitch

I'm in beast mode, shootin' like D Rose

She a bad bitch all she wanna do is fuck

I said pleas ho, drunk of Titos, I can't believe this type of luck