Worst Luck ft. Connot Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Ain't no way, I'm supposed to make it out
And there's no way, I could fake it now
How did me and you, end up making out?
Damn I went all in, and you're taking yeah
So I had that Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh
One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God
She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought
I've been running from my cursin', and it's not long till I'm caught
They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut
And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts
I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run
The thrill of this shit, you can call me crazy but I really think that this shits fun
Took IG flicks, just hopped out the crib
Remember them days, when I was stuck on my PlayStation
We gon' drive and roll
All grey like it is smoke
I've been, a lil too faded I've been, losing control
Huh, yeah thats okay, I'm an addict I cannot save
Too focused on getting payed, they focused on getting laid
I'd choose money over a bitch any second
Backstab motherfuckers wit' a weapon
Gotta' get low watch where I'm steppin'
It don't matter cause I
I have the Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh
One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God
She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought
I've been running from my cursin', and it's not long till I'm caught
They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut
And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts
I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run
The thrill of this shit, you can call me crazy but I really think that this shits fun
But you can't see me, hunnid grand label where the cash not free
Tinted ion wanna split the cash on me
And ima let her hit she in love with me
But my money gettin' bigger
Shawty shaking ass, made a bitch wanna figure
Man a bitch is pullin' up, put a finger onna trigger
Ima count another bill, man this shit getting bitter
Mofucka don't know me, spend forty k get my boy outta' juvie
And I gotta let her go and know I'm talking bout Ruby
And a bitch gon love cuz I ran her inside Louis (Ooh yea)
And she can't tell me what I gotta' do
Got my wrist styled, flex a dime or two
Got a bitch, ima let her take me to a place I belong
I have the Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh
One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God
She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought
I've been running from my cursing, and it's not long till I'm caught
They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut
And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts
I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run
The thrill of this shit, you can call me crazy but I really think that this shits fun