Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lucky , by - MariusRelease date: 08.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Casablanca Records (Republic Records)
Song language: English
Lucky |
| Ya’ll just half-ass, whack tracks, came in with a black mask |
| Gathering all the cash fast, I’m really just a badass |
| Sending all you hoes, I’m selling you whack weed |
| You act weak, trap beat |
| Rappers need ya ass beat |
| I’m tired of liars that shit ain’t really fire |
| Ripping wires for them people that be bugging like you flyer |
| They fucking hate me because I care about the art |
| I’m staring in the dark just comparing all my parts |
| They killed X homie 'cause of past mistakes |
| I wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to decapitate my ass today, |
| I’m back just wait, I’m laughin' great |
| Unpackin' haze, stacking cake, I’m napped and baked |
| Now I’m awoken, always fuckin toking |
| Never catch me jokin', that’s a person that be open |
| They tryna figure out all of your personal traits |
| I’ll cut your motherfuckin cervical, don’t ask for my date |
| I’m just a teen that’s just always fuckin pissed 'cause I’m never in the mix, |
| y’all can all just suck my dick |
| I’m a rapper that’s a prick, drinkin' brisk with some whiskey and your bitch, |
| while we standin' on your ditch, and your body lookin' stiff |
| Got me feelin' the same, just wanted things my way |
| Just wanna spread my wings and fuck what anyone says |
| Goin' up, still flyin' high, still feelin' low, but it’s fine |
| All I see is bad unoriginal ass niggas with wack writtens |
| DatPiff they not who they really are, they catfishin' |
| And that’s when I bring you this lyrical ass whippin' |
| Doin' passionate when I be puttin' my ass in it |
| Was laughin' until my account had no cash in it, drive compromised, |
| I needed some gas in it |
| The key to all my dreams is on a zip drive |
| Leave my own whip, pay for a uber before I dick ride |
| They don’t like it when you well aware, your aura, I bleed it from my aorta, |
| these niggas is kinda sorta |
| Wanna give a piece of my mind but I’m missin' a portion |
| Tryna adjust my speed to a Tesla from a tortoise |
| One life, too high, three much for you hoes |
| Out rise, they fried, seen that shit before |
| Don’t like my diet, quiet until you try it |
| 'Til you get yourself a slice, make it humble if you pious |
| Got me feelin' the same, just wanted things my way |
| Just wanna spread my wings and fuck what anyone says |
| Goin' up, still flyin' high, still feelin' low, but it’s fine |