No Luck

Uhh talking to my dog on the Phone sounds like he's giving up Told him imma make it to the top And imma show him love quick sand Out the mud N**** because all we Felt was stuck everything was off The muscle never had no luck He use to shoot of the dribble Now that N**** catching bodies If that's your B**** keep her with You dog I'll f*ck your hotty and Give her back to dog If my shawty Ask I don't know nobody you could Keep the fame N**** I don't need no Notary it's Mack N**** I ain't looking For no handouts i'll smack N***** I don't care what their man bout Coming in like Costco cuz we were Handing grams out and head right Back to my gram's house and for that I swear to god i'll always love you Mrs. Gretta I will skip out to see a J House and whip up the ether man that S*** was so butter it will stick to the beaker Break down a bird just whip up a beak-er it's Mack