Luck Lil Yachty (Ft. Polo G)
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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Man fuck all that other shit (Go)
(Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat)
(Woah Kenny)
(Brrt), Lil Pump
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
These bitches ain't goin', then get 'em out
Said she bleed from the cat, then I'm in her mouth (Yeah)
All this ice on my neck, bitch we runnin' south (Ice)
Bitch I sleep in the nose bleeds (Slut)
Penthouse shawty, your whole E (Geeked)
YD, balled on Polo like my D (Bitch)
Foward it and let them tires screech (Skrrt)
My brother swore that he Big Meech (Brrt)
Gang, said she hungry, tell her to eat 'fore she come (Yеah)
Ain't the two or the three, bitch I'm number onе (Facts)
Michael Vick with the stick, got the golden gun (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Every clip 'till them Glocks gettin' stuffed (Bitch)
We pull up let that chopper erupt (Grrr, bop)
My lil nigga be poppin' shit up
He gon' hop out the car if he not in the cut (Skrrt)
If he fall, then he ran outta luck
When we stand over him, he is not gettin' up (Bitch!)
For bronem, we thirsty for blood
Ever since Gucci died, I do not give a fuck (Gang)
At first off the opps I was stuck
Now I'm geeked off that X pill I dropped in the cup (Ha!)
It ain't shit but blue strips on them bucks
I was just on the block selling rocks to the clucks (Flex!)
Man fuck all that other shit (Go)
(Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat)
(Woah Kenny)
(Brrt), Lil Pump
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
These bitches ain't goin', then get 'em out
Said she bleed from the cat, then I'm in her mouth (Yeah)
All this ice on my neck, bitch we runnin' south (Ice)
Bitch I sleep in the nose bleeds (Slut)
Penthouse shawty, your whole E (Geeked)
YD, balled on Polo like my D (Bitch)
Foward it and let them tires screech (Skrrt)
My brother swore that he Big Meech (Brrt)
Gang, said she hungry, tell her to eat 'fore she come (Yеah)
Ain't the two or the three, bitch I'm number onе (Facts)
Michael Vick with the stick, got the golden gun (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Every clip 'till them Glocks gettin' stuffed (Bitch)
We pull up let that chopper erupt (Grrr, bop)
My lil nigga be poppin' shit up
He gon' hop out the car if he not in the cut (Skrrt)
If he fall, then he ran outta luck
When we stand over him, he is not gettin' up (Bitch!)
For bronem, we thirsty for blood
Ever since Gucci died, I do not give a fuck (Gang)
At first off the opps I was stuck
Now I'm geeked off that X pill I dropped in the cup (Ha!)
It ain't shit but blue strips on them bucks
I was just on the block selling rocks to the clucks (Flex!)
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