Lucky You (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse]
I got a million flows, I can go silly with those
I got a pocket rocket
Down to c*ck and chop and pop a n*gga that really impose
n*ggas that's with me is villains in hoodies
That lost all they good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a n*gga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied with those
Turn a beef plate to a cheesesteak
b*tch, I be really in Philly with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a n*gga flex gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it froze
Really I'm colder than ever, my n*ggas goin' for whatever
n*ggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his whole body bloody
Like shorty done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the charm on already
We go to jail, this sh*t'll be fire, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone already
n*gga the-, n*gga the-, uh
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in repeat
She wanna eat every morning
I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it like P and a B
I don't cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money piling
I'll be wildin' 'til a n*gga make about a B in a week
f*ck n*ggas hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the green
And the money counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the money
Dummy n*ggas, I been thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist fight
With a knife, n*gga brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil n*gga
Uh, hit him with a mini MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really n*gga? Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would never react?
Have a n*gga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a n*gga put a whole shell in his back
f*ck n*ggas yelling it back
n*ggas get high and start hating on a real n*gga
It's like a n*gga smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look, lil' n*gga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with hidden identities
f*ck who you send at me
I got a stack on me long as a ruler and centipede
I got the Genovese, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the enemies
I go to business
I'm asking these n*ggas for 60 percent of the entity
No one defending me
n*ggas is talking, but no one offending me
n*ggas know what the result of the end'll be
n*ggas won't know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different n*gga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y’all n*ggas sit next to me
Guard where your head and ya chest'll be
I suggest you n*ggas never go testin' me
I suggest you n*ggas never go testin' me, n*gga
[Outro]
I promise y'all n*ggas I do this sh*t in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the studio and just say sh*t and it comes out that way
You know what I mean?
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody
Let these n*ggas know that all that rapping fast sh*t
We can do it too, n*gga
n*ggas be thinking they got that special sauce
Not today, n*gga
Ain't that right, man?
Y'all know what the f*ck goin' on, man
Who next? Who next? Who next? For real, who next?
Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this
Love me now