Lucki No Troubles
We don't need, No more troubles
I figure... drug money securing me
Checking packs like security
Keep it closed, ring of purity
My protection plot
I Pick their fate the way juries be
Fade away how fake Jury be
They white thin the way flurries be
My connect send right
Hush yo fuss
I hit corners
Like I be drifting
Then I go make a mix for that bread selling Jiffy
My connect a bitch, I want more packs, he say he'll get me
He lucky I'oon f..ckin rob'em but I'll wait til he get me
F..ck it
Ain't no dealers out working these type of Rocks
Act fine, then wrestle off that pack, I'm like The Rock
And then I go dish a bit to them cool kids, Sir Mikey Rocks
Counting cash until my fingers look weirder than Megan Fox's
Where the raw cut? Stashed in my dash and locked up
Passed With in a dark cut, located a few blocks up
Not getting locked up, like companies, get my stocks up, then hit a few blocks up
Changed me, like kissing frogs, um
We don't need, No more troubles
I think the law tryna bump me
But I'm proactive to dummies
You need some black cats to get bad at Lucki
They luhh love me
The clucks, they f..cking adore me, me
I get around like I'm touring
Cause some places more controversial than Maury
Lordy...
I think this money more precious than new borns
It's lovely, you find me mixed in the green like croutons
They ain't askin so I'oon tellem I'm servin, they fool on
They wouldn't know until I tell'em I got it, I'm Ru Paul
Ooh Dawg, I ditched, I'm block roaming
And you the type to get yo family in trouble, Nico & Roman
You know I'm moving cheap packs through the hood, you called me Roman
And You'll sit & watch a pack fill up, like you blood doning
They tryna kill me for white girl, I feel like Emmit
No disrespect, just the only realway I thought they'd get
Get it?
Eeerka, eeerka [DJ scratch] mix a lil sum innit
Shit, if Greg was here he'd prolly say I'm so innit
We don't need, No more troubles