LUC!D - #2mUch

Line through the $ like a barcode
Bitch, get the cheese and the guapo
Why these niggas stalk me down
Keep a zap around town, make a nigga go talk slow
Infiltratin' up her tonsils, play with kitty like a fucking console
Racks in the satchel, steady trollin' niggas like ooo (ooo)
Cop a diamond or a jewel (jewel)
Beat got kick, Liverpool
Shorty toxic, tryna gossip, venom deep like the Loch Ness
MVP like I'm Giannis, rapping bars super-speed like bionics
Got them nauseous, make them vomit, 5 figures on me, pentatonic
Like
Bitch I'm on my trap phone
Sorry, babi, you gon get that dial tone (dial tone)
Got niggas tryna steal my juice, even steal my cologne (ahhhhhhhhhhhh)
Keep a blade in the cargo, slice his face, no Al Capone
Like
Yeah, like what's the issue? Nigga can't fade without the pistol
Blow punch like Taliban missile
Dye my hair, look like moss
Wave dippin' like Ocean and Voss, fucking my bitch straight to Blond
In the whip I'm chillin', coastin', spreading all of that poupon
Spend a half a rack on shoes, I'm using all them coupons
Want my bills so cripsy-crispy, coming off like croutons
Knowledge in my noggin, strategic like David Goggins
Gotta build my wallet for my family and all my partners

Written by:
Jamar Jarman

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