It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like I fucked up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like I fucked up, yeah, yeah
It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like, yeah
Drive this foreign fast and I“m not crashing it Got a pound of gas in my back seat and I“m not stashing it Fuck you, talk like you beginning, you ain“t having it Niggas talking like they be having chips, they ain“t having it Sink that zombie bitch, I would not pull it “cause I“m stashing it Fuck you, niggas mad at me “cause I“m not asking “em Niggas mad at me “cause I“m rolling up like a massacre Probably fucking [?], tell her papa like her acronym
Ooo, got me feeling like I fucked up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, money, know I gotta, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, live with no regrets now, no, no It“s like ooo, feeling like I fucked up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like I fucked up yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like, yeah
Daddy got one, no, I would not roll it if it is the mids
Purple dropper but my shit is cherry “Cause it“s Hi-Tech red Talking “bout something I gotta change or something Said I“d change or something I“m up one Said I“d change or something Change the game or something Give a fuck Life a party, bitch, nobody got my back Got my brothers But they distant “cause them niggas hold me back I“m just different, I“m just gifted, they like “why you go like that?“ Keep it lifting with precision Know I bang it till it“s track
It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like I fucked up, yeah, yeah
It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like I fucked up, yeah, yeah It“s like ooo, yeah, feeling like my luck“s up, yeah, yeah It“s like, yeah