Lyrics Bad Luck - Retch

Bad Luck

Moon was full the mood was kinda odd
I put the car in drive
Turn up the light
Then i spark the lye (spark dat)
Sport the garments that was hard to find (can't find it nowhere nigga)
(ungh) Lo sport when im steppin' out the soirée
In and out no time to parley (Outta here)
Right out the doorway
--- -- no need to be seen
Collect and disappear (gone)
Bread --- of the back
Like i was never there (gone)
— --- --- by my departure
Another drug dealer turned author
Still sell work out the barber
I --- stop why bother?
Better toss --- grams to my little mans (get it poppin)
And my Patterson niggas all for --- --- - --
(hah)niggas still hustle for so and so
I had some coke you had to cut or you would overdose
I think i might of killed a fiend when i was sixteen
But thats another story ---- ---- ---- ------
I be higher than giraffe pussy (light up)
Had to let off broad day at the last pussy
(bitch niggas)
Nigga this that murder shit you ride to
Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you
If a nigga act up oh well
Bad luck
Hit him in the head
Leave that pussy nigga dead
You let em do that shit to you you gotta learn little nigga
Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little nigga
So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms
at the church crying screaming at the lord
Niggas still talking fights like its 10th grade
You can catch this hot lead before you catch a fades
But dont get it fucked up i knocked some niggas out
Rup on a front a niggas moms in front a niggas house
Nigga i been with the shits since like potty training
I sold cracks before weed and thats a honest statement (real talk)
I was smoking sour in the county jail
Microwave --- bread just to hide the smell
Illest young nigga under twenty three
By 12thgrade nigga moved about 20 p’s
Couples times i fucked my money up and got it back
Sometimes i thank the lord for dope and thats a honest fact
This for my nigga bracking cars balling popping tags
For all my niggas that burn their fingers on them plastic bags
(hah) Fuck all of you ugly niggas
Might get to jumping off the stage and get to jumping niggas
(pussys)
Nigga this that murder shit you ride to
Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you
If a nigga act up
Oh well bad luck
Hit him in the head
Leave that pussy nigga dead
You let em do that shit to you you gotta learn little nigga
Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little nigga
So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms
at the church crying screaming at the lord