Lucky lyrics

[intro]
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Don't lack, don't lack
At all, at all
Ayo, it's that Bando n*gga, up a O and I'm adding a K n*gga
Mr. Jack-me-or-clap-me
Like, what? Like, what?
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus]
Why they keep dissing bro in their tracks? And they wack
Like, their mans in a pack
f*ck the 'net, we could link up the straps
Pop out 'cause, got 'em duckin', like, n*gga, who that?
Free the guys, had 'em duckin' and trippin'
Free the guys, we was f*cking their b*tches
Like, Nazzy got shot, they recorded him twitchin'
Spin the T's, gonna up it and blitz
Like, I don't know why they talk on the guys
Like, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Butta, that sh*t got me fried
We gon' spin through the bridge and I hope he gеt, like
I don't know why they talk on the guys
Likе, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Berry, that sh*t got me fried
We go spinning through Cottage, tryna get-
[Verse]
Free Dthang, got me mad in this sh*t
Loaded knocks, too tact in the whip
Brodie slide, i'ma slide, back to back in this sh*t
Smokin' UE and Yellow, they lacked and got hit
Standing strong, and there ain't no debating
Neck shot, they be dodging, couldn't save him
Chest shot, JayRipk died, wasn't same sh*t
No shots, stomped his head in the pavement
Like, linking up and they still takin' L's
Talked on Rah, so we giving 'em hell, like
.30's and better, we catch Velly Vellz
Hollows shots, then we hear how he fell
Claiming tough, n*gga, we on that same sh*t
We can link up and ball like the Lakers
Knockas on knockas, that's twitches and lasers
Reem gon' dump, he ain't ever gon' say sh*t, like
We spot 'em, we got 'em, he gone
He get took off for dissin' and cappin' in songs
Like, why would I trip, man these b*tches is dogs
Said, I'm bustin', suck it, then I'm gone
Everyday gotta walk with the sh*t up on me, gotta make it back home every night
Smokin' Jacob, he died wit' his pipe
If that was me, then I would've took life
It's a different between us and the opps, I got booked for the chop, came home and made it right
{It's a different between us and the opps, I got booked for the chop, came home and made it right}
[Chorus]
Why they keep dissing bro in their tracks? And they wack
Like, their mans in a pack
f*ck the 'net, we could link up the straps
Pop out 'cause, got 'em duckin', like, n*gga, who that?
Free the guys, had 'em duckin' and trippin'
Free the guys, we was f*cking their b*tches
Like, Nazzy got shot, they recorded him twitchin'
Spin the T's, gonna up it and blitz
Like, I don't know why they talk on the guys
Like, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Butta, that sh*t got me fried
We gon' spin through the bridge and I hope he get, like
I don't know why they talk on the guys
Like, they mans ain't get sent to the sky
Smokin' Berry, that sh*t got me fried
We go spinning through Cottage, tryna get-