Creed Lucii (Ft. TzGwala & Young A6)

[Intro]
What you tellin' them, V?
Yeah, big up Lucii, ya know
Real GA's think that day, you get me
Fuck all the mateys, you get me, come on
Come on, live corn, gang
Come on
(MZY mixed this)
(SK, this one's cold)
I said "Buck into you with my rambz"
But I dashed it away, bucked into a fed
If you see that mask with a long nose in a real life, better do them legs
It's voodoo living and juju dippings, I just got NFA
Big guns, big blades, I ain't got time for a game

[Verse 1: YA, Lucii]
I said "Buck into you with my rambz"
But I dashed it away, bucked into a fed (Phew)
And I've lost, I'm tapped in my head
So buck into me right now, or you're dead
Who's that? Let me hop off the ped
Tryna chop off a head when my arm gets stretched
Show 'em the metal and make it a mess
Then pray to the devil, I left no F's (Rah)
666, that's the three numbers that I fuck with
Pull up in tracksuits, my man dump it
Pigs on the whip, 'bout to dash them gloves kway
Gon' jump out, ching man then jump in
Swing it at Z1, and had him all jumpin' (Swing that)
Uh, fifteen nits get shoved
And lookin' at bro, I can tell that he loved it
Bring bro, show man how to pattern
I take my soul then I cut to the Jinns
Like candles, goats get strangled
'Cause fuck birds, I ain't chillin' on wings (Fuck that)
Satan, I'm a child of him
I get demon thoughts, man, I can't even think
And my man got juiced at a party
Lean in piss, now, he can't drink (Nah)
J done dashed for his life
Fuck sake, man, I should've put doors more swift
Why them man throwin' up blues?
Black over here, some wannabe Crips (Neeks)
See all of them on the maze
Panic, run, droppin' the chips (Rah)
I'm outside 24's like Fritz (Luc', Luc')
How you think that I'm paid all full like Mitch? (Luc', Luc')