Made Martian LUCKI (Ft. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Lucki]
Ayy (That boy Jdolla go crazy)
BrentRambo (Ayy)

[Chorus: Lucki]
They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
Niggas be fans and chasin' pussy and I don't even want the bitch at my show
And I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score

[Verse 1: Lucki]
She really know me, so she gon' push me, hide your buzzin' from the O
300K, two months off merch, I don't even wear it but love the fans
I'm gettin' mature, so I'm bored of the percs, still don't care 'cause I love the xan
Playin' out G, you makin' it worse, you'll let 'em know if you love your mans
Drivin' a Urus on Florida sand, never thought I'd get bored of red
I miss Quagen, taste like Act', miss my brother, I hate the 'Raq
Cut a ho off, no takin' her back, been savin' up, miss makin' it back
Told my lil' brother, "No fakin' for rap," cash out my mother, she makin' me mad
Told my lil' bitch, "Ain't no fakin' for rap" buy her percs, her name in the rap
AMG, Neptune, name is attached
4MATIC coupe with the name on the back
Why I sleepin' and the lil' boy rich? Just fell asleep on a lil' boy's bitch
She in Chanel so I guess it's real, she don't tell, then the internet will
Fans get mad when they see that's drank, I get mad when I last ever spilled
I'm like Flocka, I'm hard in the paint, just put the style on wherever i rank
Finna get mill' and it ain't no splits, I'ma go home and buy us a tank
She gon' do whatever, but she ain't my bitch, just left Cali' so I'm numb to the fake