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Lucky
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lucky was released on January 31, 2026 by Slimmchapo as a part of the album Stuck In Hell
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Release DateJanuary 31, 2026
LabelSlimmchapo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jerrod Ethan Boone
Jerrod Ethan Boone
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerrod Ethan Boone
Jerrod Ethan Boone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tanner Kelly
Tanner Kelly
Engineer

Lyrics

They let Big Chapo in the building, Huh
And Surreya a stripper now
I done has damn near half the nation just sitting there watchin' me on their phone dick you down
I was fuckin' Naomi when I was a jit
Posted up on the block, ****, I was legit
****, I am legit. Ima listen to shit
I be talkin' my shit. Don't you trip bout a bitch
I be talkin' my shit. Don't you trip bout Heather
****, I was just fuckin for pleasure
And she come with a tip every time that I fuck, so I guess that I'm fuckin
I'm coming for extra
And I'm lookin' at Sherry since I was a kiddo
Cause that ass bussin out of the fit hoe
And Cielewich was sayin' she teachin' me Spanish
But I asked her, she said she'll come to the telly
Put a dick in her ass, put a thumb in her belly
Put my thumb in her gut and my dick in her smelly
Put my dick in her gut, she was givin' me gushy
Put my dick in her mouth, so I'm done with the tushy
Dammit
Nah, I ain't even fuck Cielewich
Or the one bitch Jalisa but I had a bunch of leverage
I just seen Deja the other day
And I just got her number
Tryin' to fuck 11
Put my dice in a bitch mouth
Lucky seven
What bout Gabrielle girl we would fuck forever
If it's cyan, I ain't dyin
I hit sandy ****, I ain't lyin
Shit, ****, you can go ask Tanner now
It's on the hard drive
It ain't fryin
I was fuckin' on Lil' Morgan
And you know she kinda lookin' sexy with it
She a skinny bitch at the fuckin' town
So I'ma dick me down some Doneski in it
I was bustin' down Lil' Jaylin
Ain't try to hit Lil' Braelyn
But I'ma fuck the bitch if that's a Edyah, ****
She was on my dick
I didn't buy her, ****
Boy, you hot as hell
You like a fire, ****
I was flippin' Ditchin Screechin tires, ****
I was smokin, think I need a lighter ****
Hit a store **** then I buy it ****
Need a coffee roll with a big bite
And a fireplace, for all this fire, ****
Bitches thinkin' that she his type
But she really just my admirer, ****
Them yours shoes, that's his bike
That's your car, that's my bags
We hit stores look by tags
Like, boy, don't you buy that
It was crack up on the block
They like, boy, don't you try that
Maserati for the car
Triton on the hood, don't you try it
I can get distracted when I'm focused on the violence
Really, my heart beatin' to the beat
I like the violins
I got hella bitches on the beach, but I was vibin
Lookin' for your love
Just look for me, girl
I ain't tryin
I just got a different bitch, and she was kinda vibin
She screamed my name when we be fuckin
When we finish, she be silent
I just heard a ambulance
No, I just heard a siren
If that's the ****, Jerrod Boone, get him, in cuffs, ****, you're dyin'
Written by: Jerrod Ethan Boone
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