Lucky B

Call me "lucki", call me "lucki" Cause she hurt my feelings now I'm rich b (G xb, G xb) We don't give a f*ck about none of these hoes b And I just got these racks only for me (nah, nah, nah) I don't fucking trust this a soul, especially not you bro Cause you a lil fucking hoe and you act like a hoe Thought you was my bro, went behind my back And shanked me in the back, like why you a rat? Brrr, brr, brr, brr Like, like Took the pysches, different plain, different space, we'll never be the same Even if we fucked the same thot Made billies, you still the typa nigga to kick rocks (damn) I would never give a f*ck about another fucking thot, not a single one, cause I'd build a thot (thot, thot, thot) We're not build a bear but, we'll prolly peel you like a fucking pear Every time we pull up, we always got bitches that stare It's probably cause they know that I've nutted in her hair (fact) Like, why that nigga Joe Rogan love bears? We like Lone, we through it in the air You know life ain't fair, so I'll never understand why you don't care It's cause you swear you're not in despair Yet every time I see you, you know you're scared (damn bitch) Call me "lucki", Call me "lucki" Cause she hurt my feelings now I'm up b Pour it up In my cup Yeah, I got these sluts they suck me up We don't give a f*ck about none of these hoes B And I just got these racks only for me I don't fucking trust this a soul Especially not you bro Cause you a little fucking ho And you act like a ho Thought you were my bro Went behind my back and shanked me in the back Like, why you a rat? Rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat, rat Like, type shi