Luka Doncic lyrics

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Izzy93


My flow cold, you gone need a sweater
I'm toting big Glocks, no berettas
I put my whole hood on my back
They know I'mma hold 'em down, forever
I got that heatseeker in the whip, tell me
Do you wanna dance with the devil
I got drums, like I'm in the band
And I rock out with the heavy metal
These n*ggas really dumb than a b*tch
Cause they think we on the same level
I came in and took off quick
Cause I left my foot on the gas pedal
Crazy how I get paid every month
Just to sit and crash evеry instrumental
And I don't even gotta sit and writе it
Every single song straight up off the mental
I dropped hit, right after hit, right after hit
Come get a feature
I ain't even f*ck on this n*gga b*tch
I just turned his little hoe into an eater
These n*ggas always say they want smoke
'Till I get 'em grilled like steak fajita
They know if I ain't riding with my Glock forty
Then I'm riding 'round with my nina
Everytime I'm at a show
I be on stage with the pistol tucked
If you n*ggas thinking that you're fly
I'mma get your little stupid ass plucked
Get you slidin' down with the thirty eight
Put the Glocks and the chops up
This b*tch ain't from Greek
But she a freak, cause I got bucks
I get money, money, money, money
Cause it get me what I want and I need
I could make a lot of sh*t happen
Cause I got a lot of tricks up my sleeve
Pull up on 'em with a mask on
Leave 'em six feet, COVID-19
Came straight from the Murder Creek
Now I shine bright like high beams
I ain't nothin' like these other rappers
They already know I'm above average
Got a right pocket full of money
sh*t all green, looking like a salad
I remember I ain't even have a bed
Grab a blanket, we gone make a pallet
Don't compare me to these rap n*ggas
Cause I swear to god, it don't even balance
Got love all the way in Houston
Even got love all the way in Dallas
Hit sacks and I ball out
Like Luka Dončić playing for the Mavericks
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