Crime Pays LUCKI

[Intro]
Fuckin' robberies, fuckin' drugs, fuckin' robberies for both
(Nash Effect)
Shit

[Verse 1]
It's like girls gone wild put your shit out
We the top story, crown, we the penthouse
Keep a quiet body down for a big mouth
'Cause ain't none of us headin to the big house
Where yo pill stash at, yeah, boy, we gotta have it
Better be smooth, we a bunch of Xan' addicts
Might take a few before we put 'em out in traffic
Run 'em too smooth, Rush Hour with the traffic
Gotta stay up way up, they up wait up
Might as well go head take 'em down
Might as well say we on a robbin' tour
The way we puttin shit way outta town
Gotta stay up way up, they up, wait up
Might as well go head take 'em down
After that, treat it like our minutes up
Better not hear a mo'fuckin sound
That's just me and my luck, and my gun and my thoughts
And every dealer know that real, like they the fish, and I caught 'em
And I hope a nigga know wheels burning
We all know, what you call, and when im too high lose that weight
Baby that scale know what i lost