Bad Luck lyrics

[Intro]
(Pull up, Sinji)

[Chorus]
Got these n*ggas mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
f*ckin' with them J-boys, n*gga, man, that sh*t bad luck
n*ggas poppin' hot sh*t on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n*gga back up
Back, back, b*tch for the birds, just like she Aflac
n*gga want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that

[Verse 1]
Bleed 'em, I cut a b*tch off 'cause I don't need her
I ain't like that in person, they only do it for the media
The grimy-ass J-sign, n*gga, nothin' between me
Keep it in the streets, 'cause when I see you, man, you gon' feel it
Feel that, all that poppin' it, you better kill that
n*ggas wanna do what I do, but they can't steal that
n*gga probably mad 'cause hе ain't gon' get his b*tch back
I ain't shiesty, I f*ck your b*tch, but I'll give hеr back
Stop it, think your Macho Man, get you shot quick
I think I'm Asian, that's why I'm playin' with these chopsticks
Seen them in the comments, n*gga, I got they block lit
And, n*gga, from my hood, that's the reason why I pop it
Stop that, n*gga better stay up in the podcasts
Name a time they got up on me and I ain't shot back
n*gga say you JK, well, go and get my flack backs
n*gga think he Heem, lil' n*gga, but y'all is not that
[Chorus]
These n*ggas mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
f*ckin' with them J-boys, n*gga, man, that sh*t bad luck
n*ggas poppin' hot sh*t on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n*gga back up
Back, back, b*tch for the birds, just like she Aflac
n*gga want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that

[Verse 2]
I can't trust nobody, man, I don't even do no friends
When you hear this sh*t, just know it's that fly Mexican
I do this sh*t for real, man, ain't no need for pretend
Got the opps pressured up, man, these n*ggas hold their hands
The way these n*ggas hold hands, that sh*t embarrassin'
Catch an opp lackin', lil' n*gga, man, ain't no sparin' him
n*gga made a diss track, ain't even heard of him
Go against the team, my n*ggas finna go and bury you
n*ggas finna bury that n*gga if he wan' funk
My n*ggas all grimy, don't do no one-on-ones
Say, if you come and diss me, you better keep a gun
'Cause beef ain't nothin' to me, this sh*t for fun
I don't take b*tches serious, I just want 'em to just match it
Keep it player with these hoes, to the team, I'ma pass 'em, smack 'em
n*gga think a gangster, was braggin'
I'm so FK, you know I fake it, sike, blah
[Chorus]
Got these n*ggas mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
f*ckin' with them J-boys, n*gga, man, that sh*t bad luck
n*ggas poppin' hot sh*t on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n*gga back up
Back, back, b*tch for the birds, just like she Aflac
n*gga want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that

[Outro]
n*gga