Get Lucki

Gangerski Yeah, that's Stro Yeah, yeah (big Stro, nigga) We don't do content (shh) Run it up times ten (shh, yeah) I'm four pockets filled (shh) That bitch got bad lip fillers Scuffs all on my brand-new Ricks, I'm tryna make 'em feel vintage I'm with bro in Oakland city, these niggas scared of real trenches (come on now) Yeah, he gang, but he ain't ganger I wouldn't split my pill with him (I wouldn't split my pill with him) These niggas dumb, they'll steal the steak We was tryna make a meal with 'em (tryna make a meal with 'em) If I call you twin, your opps my opps I promise I'm gon' spin with you (swear to God) I hit that bitch, her bestie too I fucked up they whole friendship (fucked up they whole friendship) I'm throwing fours and pourin' fours, you know I can't be fucked with I hit the club through the special door, you ain't even know it opened I went flat broke so many times, couldn't tell 'cause I ain't show it (nah) I'm such a fucking rockstar, man, it's rips in all my clothing The gang that's tatted on me responsible for your dead homie These niggas good at internet thuggin' Think they would tell on me (think these niggas might snitch) I'm sittin' first class with dope in my bag, they sayin' I smell funny I'm killin' the game, it's all on camera, I need me a bail bondsman CBF dot W, my young niggas shakin' somethin' (my young niggas shakin' somethin') 10k, that's play money, I'll buy your baby somethin' (we the biggest in the world, nigga) Buy pints, we drank junkies, 'bout to pour me an eight or somethin' I spread so many blue hundreds, look like I'm neighborhood chucking Shit, I'll be back in the morning Nigga, just tell me how much you wanted (just tell me how much you want) You know these bags is strong You break, you buy, you bust it open (you want that what?) Think I need to hang up posters with a reward, my swag was stolen (yeah) He wanted a split of good, I pulled up and served him half Oprah Stuff 20 thou' in skinny pants, I call that a Harriet Tubman My bitches be mad when I hit that ho', no cap, 'cause she ain't nothin' I'm poppin' my shit like Baby 'Cause this outfit thirty-six hundred (I'm poppin' my shit like Baby money) I fall in the club with like so many killers, the bitches be scared to touch me Give me some head, get lucky Give me some head, get lucky (bitch) Give me some head, get lucky bitch Give me some head, get lucky Give me some head, get lucky Yeah, give me some head, get lucky Give me some, yeah, yeah I want your friend, you buggin' Girl, I know y'all do sex for money (yeah) No lie, this shit feel like a movie scene, I'm fuckin' her, sweaty and muggy I get off them drugs, forget who I am I'm thinkin' I'm Justin Timber' (I'm thinkin' I'm Justin Timber') I take like a zip out of all of his bags That nigga wasn't paying attention (that nigga wasn't paying attention) I makin' these charts for the city (yeah) I'm really the hardest nigga (I swear to God) On drugs like my auntie Beverly I'ma pour up some syrup with my Grammy These niggas so broke, they crashin' (they know) I'm gettin' too hot, man, fan me (they know) This brick same color big Latto, but I'll rip it out the plastic Give me some head, get lucky (yeah) Bitch, give me some head, get lucky ho Yeah, give me some head, get lucky Give me some head, get lucky bitch Give me some head, get lucky Give me some head, get lucky (the biggest) CBF dot W (the only, the finest) Young niggas shakin' somethin' (The Ganger number one, ski, gang) Gang, gang, gang (One of the biggest foes on earth though, you know what I'm sayin'?) (4PF, CBF dot W, can't be fucked with, man) (This shit for, this shit five life) (This shit for life though, you know what I'm saying?) (Don't get this shit confused, man) (Don't get none of the humbleness confused, man) (Gang, gang)