None Other LUCKI

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Man, man

[Verse 1]
I'm t'd off juice and xan
I don't know you lil' mans
Got this lil' deuce-deuce in my pocket, in these Nudie pants
My plug up on a band
I gotta meet him there
So I don't do shorts, don't do deals, it's either here or there
My bitch don't like new niggas
Say they gone get me caught
Say, "fuck with them, you gone catch records." '07 Randy Moss
I touch her redskin, then I jet
Boy I'm Santana Moss
Wait, let me pop like four more pills
Them old ones wearing off
Boy, who the fuck is you?
You ain't no one nine seven
What stain you rep?
Who chain you grip?
It's looking ugly, yessir
I take yo' shit, won't bring that back
Boy I'm no Devin Hester
That bitch left me, fake like that hurt
Boy I'm just like a wrestler