Bad Luck
[Intro]
(Pull up, Sinji)
[Chorus]
Got these n***as mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
Fuckin' with them J-boys, n***a, man, that shit bad luck
N***as poppin' hot shit on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n***a back up
Back, back, bitch for the birds, just like she Aflac
N***a want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that
[Verse 1]
Bleed 'em, I cut a bitch off 'cause I don't need her
I ain't like that in person, they only do it for the media
The grimy-ass J-sign, n***a, nothin' between me
Keep it in the streets, 'cause when I see you, man, you gon' feel it
Feel that, all that poppin' it, you better kill that
N***as wanna do what I do, but they can't steal that
N***a probably mad 'cause hе ain't gon' get his bitch back
I ain't shiesty, I fuck your bitch, but I'll give hеr back
Stop it, think your Macho Man, get you shot quick
I think I'm Asian, that's why I'm playin' with these chopsticks
Seen them in the comments, n***a, I got they block lit
And, n***a, from my hood, that's the reason why I pop it
Stop that, n***a better stay up in the podcasts
Name a time they got up on me and I ain't shot back
N***a say you JK, well, go and get my flack backs
N***a think he Heem, lil' n***a, but y'all is not that
[Chorus]
These n***as mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
Fuckin' with them J-boys, n***a, man, that shit bad luck
N***as poppin' hot shit on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n***a back up
Back, back, bitch for the birds, just like she Aflac
N***a want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that
[Verse 2]
I can't trust nobody, man, I don't even do no friends
When you hear this shit, just know it's that fly Mexican
I do this shit for real, man, ain't no need for pretend
Got the opps pressured up, man, these n***as hold their hands
The way these n***as hold hands, that shit embarrassin'
Catch an opp lackin', lil' n***a, man, ain't no sparin' him
N***a made a diss track, ain't even heard of him
Go against the team, my n***as finna go and bury you
N***as finna bury that n***a if he wan' funk
My n***as all grimy, don't do no one-on-ones
Say, if you come and diss me, you better keep a gun
'Cause beef ain't nothin' to me, this shit for fun
I don't take bitches serious, I just want 'em to just match it
Keep it player with these hoes, to the team, I'ma pass 'em, smack 'em
N***a think a gangster, was braggin'
I'm so FK, you know I fake it, sike, blah
[Chorus]
Got these n***as mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
Fuckin' with them J-boys, n***a, man, that shit bad luck
N***as poppin' hot shit on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n***a back up
Back, back, bitch for the birds, just like she Aflac
N***a want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that
[Outro]
N***a
(Pull up, Sinji)
[Chorus]
Got these n***as mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
Fuckin' with them J-boys, n***a, man, that shit bad luck
N***as poppin' hot shit on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n***a back up
Back, back, bitch for the birds, just like she Aflac
N***a want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that
[Verse 1]
Bleed 'em, I cut a bitch off 'cause I don't need her
I ain't like that in person, they only do it for the media
The grimy-ass J-sign, n***a, nothin' between me
Keep it in the streets, 'cause when I see you, man, you gon' feel it
Feel that, all that poppin' it, you better kill that
N***as wanna do what I do, but they can't steal that
N***a probably mad 'cause hе ain't gon' get his bitch back
I ain't shiesty, I fuck your bitch, but I'll give hеr back
Stop it, think your Macho Man, get you shot quick
I think I'm Asian, that's why I'm playin' with these chopsticks
Seen them in the comments, n***a, I got they block lit
And, n***a, from my hood, that's the reason why I pop it
Stop that, n***a better stay up in the podcasts
Name a time they got up on me and I ain't shot back
N***a say you JK, well, go and get my flack backs
N***a think he Heem, lil' n***a, but y'all is not that
[Chorus]
These n***as mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
Fuckin' with them J-boys, n***a, man, that shit bad luck
N***as poppin' hot shit on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n***a back up
Back, back, bitch for the birds, just like she Aflac
N***a want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that
[Verse 2]
I can't trust nobody, man, I don't even do no friends
When you hear this shit, just know it's that fly Mexican
I do this shit for real, man, ain't no need for pretend
Got the opps pressured up, man, these n***as hold their hands
The way these n***as hold hands, that shit embarrassin'
Catch an opp lackin', lil' n***a, man, ain't no sparin' him
N***a made a diss track, ain't even heard of him
Go against the team, my n***as finna go and bury you
N***as finna bury that n***a if he wan' funk
My n***as all grimy, don't do no one-on-ones
Say, if you come and diss me, you better keep a gun
'Cause beef ain't nothin' to me, this shit for fun
I don't take bitches serious, I just want 'em to just match it
Keep it player with these hoes, to the team, I'ma pass 'em, smack 'em
N***a think a gangster, was braggin'
I'm so FK, you know I fake it, sike, blah
[Chorus]
Got these n***as mad, huh? Tryna find me, I'm on the back, huh?
Fuckin' with them J-boys, n***a, man, that shit bad luck
N***as poppin' hot shit on the 'Gram and they just act tough
I got the thumper on me, that'll make a n***a back up
Back, back, bitch for the birds, just like she Aflac
N***a want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
Been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
You wanna beef, ain't no squashin' it, can't get past that
[Outro]
N***a