Test Yo Luck

Don't test your luck today It will not go your way You make me cry each time you lie There's not one thought behind your eyes Don't test your luck today I was makin' money in the back of the class Teachers on my ass, sayin', "Billy, you bad" I was really pipin' in the back I was really pipin' like Peter with the pack (Billy) I got everybody screaming, "Billy is back" Holy guacamole, gettin' brain' in the 'llac Holy guacamole, chase the gosh darn sack Holy guacamole, I won't fumble the bag I'm like, damn I'm an outcast, y'all knew that Try to fit in, but now I'm rich, Billy did that Mentally unstable, down with the sickness You get this? All of this money will never fix this Back on that rap shit Just paid my taxes I'm in another bracket Homeboy, this a classic, okay Don't test your luck today It will not go your way You make me cry each time you lie There's not one thought behind your eyes (wait, is it my turn?) Don't test your luck today (aye, bitch, I'm Sadfriendd) Uh, and this bitch did some penicillin Missed an essay because I'm dancin' up on the ceiling Smokin' pack, so I'm high motherfucker, I got no feelings I really don't got no feelings, so honestly, fuck your feelings (wait) Got a bitch in the back, and she tryna throw it back Get the cheese like a rat Bitch, I'm tryna make a stack (what) Make it move, make it shake Lil' bitch, make it clap (ayy) Lil' shawty tryna drop it on my motherfuckin' lap (wait) At the polite motherfuckers from the gang I will destroy Any boy that run up on me he think he got the poise I got bitch, it's a tiny little Glock it's just a toy Red dot, posted up up on your head I will destroy Any motherfucker who really think that he with the shit I'm a rappin' motherfucker, these bitches know I can spit In the-, in the face of these bitches I don't fuck with rappers, 'cause they always look suspicious Don't test your luck today It will not go your way You make me cry each time you lie There's not one thought behind your eyes Don't test your luck today