UNLUCCY lyrics

[Intro: Zay Ø]
I told you this n*gga was nice, bro
I told you this n*gga was nice
Zay Ø, Zay Ø
Ø sh*t, Ø sh*t, Ø sh*t
Grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah

[Verse 1: Zay Ø]
I'm a dangerous n*gga with some money
Run down, boom a n*gga in his tummy
Every day not gon' be sunny
Rainy day, leave a n*gga runny
n*gga get checked if they movin' funny
Her pus*y get wet but it's nothin' to me
f*ck a b*tch, I just need a hunny
Like, b*tch, you a bop, I just want the cuddy, grrah
n*ggas be fake and they callin' me, "Muddy"
I know you a b*tch, n*gga, you not my buddy
Tha-Tha-That b*tch a freak so she gettin' sl*tty
She f*cked up my money, now she tryna dub me
We send shots, sh*t be gettin' ugly
When y'all send shots, n*ggas get unlucky
Opp thot b*tch, yeah, her pus*y yucky
But she line thе opps 'cause that b*tch love me

[Chorus: Zay Ø]
I just might geek with thе chop
Throw three in they block
Okay, just tweak with they thots
And we tryna creep on they block
Bro peeped him a opp, hop out, he got hit in his top
I just might geek with the chop
Throw three in they block
Okay, just tweak with they thots
And we tryna creep on they block
Bro peeped him a opp, hop out, he got hit in his top
[Bridge: Zay Ø]
We too tact, n*ggas sick
She brought MAC, she legit
Since a jit, b*tch, I been on that sh*t
Got that uh, on my hip
I'm with Ra', he don't miss
I-I see Kai, then it's lit
Go, "Boom-bop," on that list
On that block with them n*ggas, don't switch

[Verse 2: Rabin]
Mr. G-Call-The-Shots
Spin by my block and I reload the knocks
Deuce 5th, creepin', move hot
And I crippled the hand, I just beat on a opp
She a smoochie, she know she a bop
I don't want the coochie, just gimme the top
Ni-Ni-n*gga a dummy, he say that he lax
If we talkin' 'bout bullets, we send 'em a lot, look
Free the bro, kid's up in the can
No, I can't lack, so I walk with a tan
I-I been waitin' to catch little (Shh)
How you smokin' Chee when ya mans in a gram?
R-R.I.P MG, do it for Man
Ni-n*ggas not tough, man, I know that they scared
They sayin', "Pull up," n*ggas not there
Still walk with with my gun when I spin through Devere