Lucky Me Bryson Tiller

[Chorus]
Yeah, lucky me
I ended up with a clique that's sucka free
I ended up with a bitch that fuck wit' me
She'll cut a nigga off quick, suddenly
This is not luck, motha'fucka, please
Built it from the ground up, right from underneath
Bitches come around always tryna smother me
Niggas never tell the whole story, just a summary

[Verse 1]
Just a-just a-just a summar-just a motherfuckin' summary
Why can't niggas keep it one-hun' with me, never front on me?
Never front on me
It's the same ol' song, mad 'cause you ain't on one wit' me
Don't pay that nigga one release
Little thick when I met her rubberina, uh
Thumbin' through her check, nickname her Thumbalina
She just tryna dodge all these motha'fuckin' frauds
Beat that pussy out the frame, so much we got a collage
Why you fuck wit' him, shawty? You is so lost
Nigga showin' off nudes like Yugioh cards
Me? I'm in this bitch tryna be a studio God
I'm remainin' soft and I been through a whole lot, ay
Fuck the fame, I'm gettin' rich
Now a nigga gettin' popular like I could give a shit
No more Papa John's, twelve hour shifts, I'm clockin' in
You could start supportin' me, nigga, but ain't no stoppin' him
It's young Tiller