GOD KNOWS LUCKI

[Intro]
I'm hanged over like I muhfucka
Only God know
Only God know
Right, right

[Verse]
Them granny meds up in my pocket I just pop em, I don't care
Best believe all them stories heard was true, so don't dare
I'm a grimy motherfucker, ask my ex's, they'll tell
All this slime on my money, I'm like Nickelodeon
They like "Lucki boy what happened? Body High was all depressed"
I be laughing and responding like "Just never pop a xan"
Baby girl I'm coolin' better not catch me on the stage
Either that, or piss me off and see the xan rage
Popped up out that xan cage, then I got that xan chain
So I gotta love it now, it's like Ye Roc-A-Feller chain
I been trappin' out the Uber, getting pulled over, over with
Sellin' xans for 10, double profit cuz I stole the shit
Boy I been the same shit back since I was trappin'
Interfering holding bet I still get passed, you caught that
Met this lil' bitch in my dreams off the xan scared away
Solve my problems like a shrink, smart bitch I gotta say
Guess I'm a problem they know, still live under this halo
I fell in love one time, I hope she swallow drain-o
Watch me finesse, finagle
Whatever I made like clay though
I fell in love one time, I hope she swallow drain-o
It's like it's too many niggas, and not enough bitches
And niggas play they part, and that's how money come up missing
And then these niggas dying, and these t-shirts getting printed
Them sloppy ass shirts, I hope my shit look like some Fendi