Lucchese lyrics

[Intro: Badd Wolf]
Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese)
I got a stick, if a b*tch try to play me (play me)
If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box
I'm Slumerican till that casket f*ckin' drop

[Verse 1: Badd Wolf]
Yela told me to get em then I got em
Motherf*cker you don’t want this problem
Don’t make me pop the trunk, b*tch
Glocks, got the extended clip
It won’t jam, it won't miss
Better hide your wife, hide your kids
Boogeyman, with the fendi drip
Post that shot, on my lid
Slumerican fashion
I heard your b*tch askin’
He fresh to death, casket
Killin sh*t like Carole Baskin
Never hide it in the mattress
They got my mama’s address
I dip across the atlas
I’m in the game, f*ck practice
If you wanna f*ck with me
It’s gonna cost a fee
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t own a Jesus piece
f*ck your opinion, you’re not cut game
You’re just a minion
Im Rick Flair, I’m worth the miz
I’m bout the bread, like a Sicilian
[Hook: Badd Wolf , Yelawolf]
(Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese))
We some low fashion killers yeah drive a b*tch crazy
(I gotta stick, if a b*tch try to play me (play me))
Stick up kid sick pop pop pop like a mace, mace
(If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box)
If I pull up in that box well then you know I'm ready to rock motherf*ckers
(I'm Slumerican till that casket f*ckin' drops)
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah making magic in that boiling water
I done seen so many trap houses that I should've got me a name tag
I've been Wayne push, take a major order
Gave em a plug when they here to drop
And it ain't evil what I'm about
Just a brother helping out my brother but he still threw me a quarter pound
I smoked every ounce in the meantime, I didn't even sell one dime
Stayed in the lab like a lab-rat one in the maze of my mind
I got to get to that cheese boy, eating this government cheese boy?
Got dressed with the steez boy, got blessed like a sneeze boy
Not stressed, not the least boy
Millionaires ain't in my skull
I'm talking after them bees boy, like a bear to a honey comb
Got the paws up, claws out, from under the roof of a small house with no heat, and a old couch
To a drop chevy, rolling out
[Hook: Badd Wolf, Yelawolf]
(Can't touch me when I'm steppin' my Luccheses (Lucchese))
We some low fashion killers yeah drive a b*tch crazy
(I gotta stick, if a b*tch try to play me (play me))
Stick up kid sick pop pop pop like a mace, mace
(If I pull up in the box, you gonna end up in that box)
If I pull up in that box well then you know I'm ready to rock motherf*ckers
(I'm Slumerican till that casket f*ckin' drops)
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot

[Outro: Yelawolf]
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N
S-L-U-M-E-R-I-C-A-N boy we comin in hot, hot
Badd Wolf, Yelawolf
Slumafia Gang