650 Luc YFN Lucci

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hey
(Bobby Kritical)
Uh
Big paper, nigga, this big paper, nigga
Know what the fuck goin' on, huh (Yeah, hey)
Uh

[Chorus]
I been ridin' in that 650 coupe, 650 coupe, 650 coupe, yeah
Slidin' in that 650 coupe, 650 coupe, 650 coupe, oh
Nowadays, they call me 650 Lu, 650 Lu, 650 Lu
Ridin' in that 650 coupe, 650 coupe, 650 coupe, oh, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
I don't fuck with strangers
Got a bad attitude, huh, lot of anger, yeah
For that brown bag, yeah, you get ate up, yeah
When you down bad, they don't save you
Had to hustle for everything a nigga got, on my pops
Big brother fuckin' up grandmama pots, that boy hot
In the kitchen playin' with all that damn fire
Young boy got the pole on him, know that boy'll ride
If a nigga say I told on him, then that boy a lie
Death before dishonor, I'ma be like that until I die
Gotta be careful out here, I cannot stress that shit a lot
God been blessin' me a lot, thanks for gettin' me off that block, yeah, yeah, uh