Good Luck Lil Duke (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Porsche 9-11 when I pull up
Park a million at the studio for good luck
Almost every one of my jeans are designer cut
Bad luck, iron dove

[Chorus: Lil Duke]
We sippin' drink out the pint and we don't even measure it
Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies
I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top
I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to fuck, I want top
One in the head and I don't gotta cock it
Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it
Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking
Run to the trap just to make me a profit
Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket
Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it
Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins
Came out the trenches with killers and goblins
'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash
Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash
We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask
Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask
Ran this shit up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my ass
Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass
Hop on the PJ, we out of there
Overseas bitch with a lot of hair
That is my nigga, you know I can't lie to him
This ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him