Just My Luck
(专辑: Internal Affairs - 2019)
[Sada Baby:] Helluva made this beat, baby Yeah, yeah, ayy Hmm, on gang, nigga, hmm Just my luck you wasn't riding with your strap Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me Thought I
didn't see him but the
AR had the
beam on him Auntie know I
got that dope sack And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that I
send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh [Mozzy:] Yeah, wet, woozy, whop him with the
wally ahki Did the
Beamer, Benz, Masi', thinking Kawasaki Ain't no clouds in these rocks, just to clarify Type of nigga blow a
fifty on a
pair of diamonds Blood type VS1's, talking every diamond It broke my heart to see that nigga woof and kill Diamond Check the
Rollie, perfect timing, couple minutes late They don't want the
smoke, that's something that you insinuate That's something you indicating, we can take it there Right before I
kicked the
door I
said a
silent prayer Bity of Sacramento mayor, ask the
people Prezi' faces in the
duffle, that's a
bag of people Murder rate going brazy, we end up blapping people Smoke Cook', bitch, I'm bool on your bag of Diesel Been a
fella way back when niggas had Evisus On my mama, hitting Sada 'bout them sama-llamas [Sada Baby:] Just my luck you wasn't riding with your strap Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me Thought I
didn't see him but the
AR had the
beam on him Auntie know I
got that dope sack And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that I
send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh Ho, don't talk to me 'bout shit you know you don't deserve Set up shop and be damn sold out 'fore I
hit the
curb I
mean a
pistol out before I
ever spoke a
word Drop a
four and swing my door, call it a
Skuba swerve Book a
nigga if he talking, chopper send him his deposit Pull up with my ahkis, me and Mozzy come with all the
toppings All my dreadheads real rastas, big H, Top Shotta Push your shit back, release date, mixtape, gon' drop 'em I
just want a
gun with a
leg in it Dawg been in the
hole, he want a
cell with a
bed in it Can't talk for none' these bloods, all the
mail got red in it Ain't in sneaking in no phones, heard the
'Gram got the
feds on it I
don't want no bitch 'less her man got the
bands on him Mines cook dope, eat the
dick, and put her friends on it Hmm, disrespecting me, I
raise up, put my hands on you Pussy heaven, see, what you sight, you don't stand on it, ugh Just my luck you wasn't riding with your strap Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me Thought I
didn't see him but the
AR had the
beam on him Auntie know I
got that dope sack And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that I
send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh