Good Luck lyrics

[Chorus: ZOTiYAC]
If there's one thing you should know, know I ain't playing
Play with your b*tch, don't play with me, I ain't playing
B-B-Bilbo

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
I be smoking gas 'til I'm out of gas
Three shooters hopping out the back with the purge mask and that thunderclap
Bullets breaking out like Alcatraz
Everybody get the f*ck out the class
I'm the first black school shooter
n*ggas think I'm moving with the alpha task
Fall in love with that thot, I'll never
Get the sack like Julius Peppers
Tit for tat, I do this sh*t better
b*tches and money, my idol Hugh Hefner
Your wife a b*tch, but that's too much pressure
Never mix business with pleasure
Type of b*tch, my momma call her heffer
Pipe the b*tch 'cause it's chess, not checkers

[Verse 2: Cyn187]
Shut up, lil' b*tch, and just gob on my pecker
I drop a b*tch like a n*gga got leper
Won't see your b*tch since the night that I left her
If I ever do it, it's like I never met her
CYN, you think you so clever
No, I just know that I'm better
I got your b*tch like the weather
With you, she's a desert, so with me, she wetter
No, she can't borrow my sweater
Told that b*tch that streets is cold
Say that she like it rough, huh
Put her in a sleeper hold
Lately, I'm feeling like Midas, everything I touch is gold
'Cause I'm not the same, I'm tucking your chain
So, if you don't tuck it, you bold
[Chorus: ZOTiYAC]
If there's one thing you should know, know I ain't playing
Play with your ho, don't play with me, I ain't playing

[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
I'm at this door with the smoke
I'm at this door with the smoke
No, I'm at your door with that pole
Open it up and get smoked
You don't want smoke then back up
f*cking around and my nina won't f*ck
If I'ma do that, I'ma leave you in dust
I promise you that, Liam Neeson, good luck
Taking your stuff and we run it up
Not giving no f*ck, but I f*ck wit' y'all
I ain't even f*ck, she still f*cking call
But call me construction, I f*ck her walls

[Outro]
B-B-Bilbo