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[Chorus]
n*ggas keep calling me lucky
Probably cause I shoot from half court
And still get the bucket
Rollie 41 n*gga I might flood it
See you totin' lil n*gga you ain't bussin'
I got two b*tches with me and they bustin'
Straight out the wrapper like Cali-OG
How's that your b*tch and she f*ckin' with me
Send that lil hoe to Cali for a week
Yellow gold on me I look like a bee
I mix the perc with codeine just to sleep
Go to Baltimore n*gga over east
Pakk Boy Gang we don't eat b*tch we feast
In school I had my .380 in my fleece
Don't talk to new n*ggas they f*ck with police
Slide on the porch lil n*gga it's not lease
Plug in Miami n*gga f*ck a beach

[Verse 1]
I just cashed out on my mothaf*ckin' feet
Lil b*tch from France she say 'bon appetit'
Look at her wrist Patek Patek
Lil n*gga I dab out respect
I got diamonds on my mothaf*ckin' neck
I got a bad b*tch in a Jex
I just f*cked on your lil hoe she was wet
Go to arcade diamonds dripping keep sweatin'
I'm in designer used to wear the same clothes
Me and my brothers f*cking on the same hoes
I had to switch it up now a n*gga might be f*cking your main hoe
I'm in the coupe the same color as mango
Pull up on a n*gga block let that thang go
That is a Draco that's not a cargo
Burn a beat if they try to hit me with arsin
n*ggas be pus*y miss me with the nonsense
Used to be broke now a n*gga got auctions
Touchdown with the work quarterback option
I'm on Percocets I mellow with Oxy
Lil b*tch pus*y wet that sh*t like a faucet
Panamera and that b*tch sit in offset
Order a thousand ones watch me pop em
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[Verse 2]
I just f*cked on my lil hoe from Northeast
Ten grams of molly and OG on me
I got on Gucci she wear Chanel
Hundred round chopper on me in the Benz
I'm the one settin' the trends
Blow through that money like a f*cking fan
Clean molly that sh*t came in time
I f*ck your b*tch two times and I vanish
b*tch call me 'papi' like a n*gga spanish
I popped two perc-tens now I'm jammin'
I had to switch it up
Now I pour a four inside of the Fanta
I got a Glock on me it ain't jammin'
I got a Glock on me in the Phantom
This song got all the stripper b*tches dancing
You ain't tippin' these b*tches think I'm scammin'
These n*ggas b*tches n*gga thought I told you
Talking to the feds taking pictures
All these lil n*ggas they be foldin'
Told you all them lil n*ggas was some posers
I got a bad b*tch and she pullin' up in a Rover
WHOO! SHABAZZ n*ggA!
One call and it's over
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