lucky7!

I don't, give a, f*ck so, shut up Wait, still in my way? I got seven cars, in the mothafuckin' driveway Big body barrel, goin' 150 on the highway Acting like the devil, mothafucka, you could die today Do you wanna die? Cause I will commit a homicide We go, really thought, we could spray 'em like a pesticide Been here on the sight, with a bitch, you wanna die tonight? Lurking on your side, with a .30, and you'll fucking run (Wait, wait) And I pray, then I put him in a coffin everyday MMA, we could really get to kick you where you stay Any day, I could take your fucking shorty where I lay In his face, with a .7 'cause it necessary to pray (Wait, wait) I never catch 'em lurking, I'ma catch his ass and drive With a fully automatic, poppin' off of metal jackets Keep a shorty here at the crib, with baby always at the ratchet Automatic hit his chest and leave him on the floor, just like a mattress Wait, I be kickin' shit just like a hat trick I be, "Get the pack and make that mothafucka back-flip" Claiming you could pull up, but you did, I got no tactics I could f*ck your bitch and she said she love you, she a actress If I pull up, bitch, I show you like I'm Katniss Always droppin' music, 'cause I feel like I just can't miss Rolling up that indica, I swear, it's like some cat piss I could make 'em disappear, lil' bitch, it's like the magic (Wait, wait) I ain't talkin' gathering All this fuckin' money in my pocket what I'm gatherin' (Wait) Posted on the block, so yet, I always know what's happenin' (Wait) Run up on your brodie with the choppa, 'cause we clappin' him Wait, still in my way? I got seven cars in the mothafuckin' driveway Big body barrel, goin 150 on the highway Acting like the devil, mothafucka, you could die, today