Supafly Mante - good luck, no luck

Word on the spot, nigga want vengeance I'm sending the drop
Rev up the engine, I'm dropping the top
Running the light, give a fuck bout a cop
But I'm just having fun, man I can't even stop
Walk in Margiela, you know I'm gone shop
Count up that money, my hand in the pot
Fashion my habit, I do it a lot, so how can I not?
Slide in that rari, just burnt off the rims
Told her what's up and she came back with tens
Cracked the seal and that lean in my double cup
Second guessing your work, you ain't done enough
Stretch the digits, I'm running them numbers up
Quiet nigga, but I just don't give a fuck
Uh, for real
Never wishing I did it without the luck

Yeah on a wave, but they running, I'm surfing (go)
In the loop, I'm top on the surface (yeah)
Under pressure, we never get nervous
Smoking blunts to the face off the early
Handsome nigga, she loving my aura (yeah)
Supafly, bitch I'm hot as a Sauna (yeah)
Put it on, then I'm popping my collar
Trying to read me, you can't I'm the author
Ain't no rules in this shit, but I'm proper
I'm a treasure, I land and I conquer (yeah)
Same goal, new mission, let's get it (go)
Can't trust trust fuck niggas, they fifty (yeah)
New swag, new that, got plenty (plenty)
Got away too quick like Lenny
New bag, been fye, get with me (bitch)

Word on the spot, nigga want vengeance I'm sending the drop
Rev up the engine, I'm dropping the top
Running the light, give a fuck bout a cop
But I'm just having fun, man I can't even stop
Walk in Margiela, you know I'm gone shop
Count up that money, my hand in the pot
Fashion my habit, I do it a lot, so how can I not?
Slide in that rari, just burnt off the rims
Told her what's up and she came back with tens
Cracked the seal and that lean in my double cup
Second guessing your work, you ain't done enough
Stretch the digits, I'm running them numbers up
Quiet nigga, but I just don't give a fuck
Uh, for real
Never wishing I did it without the luck

Word on the spot, nigga want vengeance I'm sending the drop
Rev up the engine, I'm dropping the top
Running the light, give a fuck bout a cop
But I'm just having fun, man I can't even stop
Walk in Margiela, you know I'm gone shop
Count up that money, my hand in the pot
Fashion my habit, I do it a lot, so how can I not?
Slide in that rari, just burnt off the rims
Told her what's up and she came back with tens

Written by:
Amante Evans

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