Letra de Bad InFluence Freestyle - LUCKI

(Feat. [])

Ayy, no bap, no bap, no, ayy

I just stopped for a pic with a fan with F&N, It was still in my hand

Told me all love, but it's a sayin'

These niggas ain't playin' and for sure it ain't fair

No question, it'll happen, it's the when or the where

I poke my chest out

Thinkin' what I say before it let out

Bitch played stupid, stuck there now

Wouldn't wanna be him when they seen him, they gon' bail out

Very, very scary like Fredo

Shit a happen same time the mail out

Claps and applause like a sell out

Jesus piece, sixty thou', I'm never goin' to hell, nah

My bitch goin' on with shit that she know I don't care 'bout

Probably tryna see what I care about

I was just a boy in the bity, I'm the mayor now

I don't gotta hear 'til they say it to my face

So I guess I don't hear now

How you teach a Gemini they place with a pocket full of dead guys?

Marathon never was a race

RIP Nip, yesterday I bought an eighth from BH

Keep ya eyes open, never be late

Pray to God while you high, but don't forget to give thanks

Rub the wrong niggas wrong, you could end up bein' late

Niggas real life food, and you ain't gotta say your grace

Tune go tune pace, hunnid in the school lane

I'm boolin' in the trench like I'm sellin' Blu-rays

Eighty points in the tennis, could use a Gatorade

I spend cash money, so it's never rainy days

I'm the neighborhood Sonny, Michael Jackson, some days

I'm teflon tune, mob boss, front page

Nigga know what's goin' on, ayy

"21 Gun Salute"

Youngin'

"21 Gun Salute"

Salute, salute, salute

West side dope ain't shit, man

I know 'cause I'm from the East Side

The best dope is the East Side dope, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ayy

Yup, yup, yup, yup

I'm drinkin' that boy, I feel like BG them (Haha)

Ayy, tell that nigga Cho bring me a blunt in here, don't stop the song though

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, I'm my side crazy, these bitches yellin', "Pay me"

You niggas pushin' daisies, my bitch want me home

I'm drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold

You make a lot of noise, it be a nigga, fix your tone

5.7 baby, it look like James Bond's

Represent the navy, we don't condone snakes, we just say it

A nigga get bit, you on your own

Tryna hide the cup 'cause I'm grown, but I think it set a tone

I could care about a lot, but I don't

It's a difference between a not and a won't

And I'm not gon' crash, but the way these niggas play, it's not a won't

Tell a hater touch grass, tell a bitch get what she want

Russian guns for my brother, French tips on a ho

Get a Rollie for my mother, that ain't even what she want

Love the game like Brady, can't leave for a ho

I been back poppin' Xans, you better leave me alone

Ask the devil for a dance, and I treat her like a ho

I be everywhere you won't, OG said I'm actin' slow

I responded, "I ain't actin', I'm just givin' what they want"

I been drinkin' that dope, I could never get a cold, like

Ayy, I been drinkin' that boy, I could never get a cold, like

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Neptune got ya' bitch, Neptune, clique up

Ayy, left town, got them stretchers hunnid thousand quicker

Money go up the river

And I'm a [?] like a [?] boy

MLB, Capo

Neptune reloader

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

Ayy, yeah, look, ayy

I can't get enough of drinkin' in a drought, shit

Slut her on a couch shit, and that go for the boss bitches

My lil ski 'nem on that dumb shit, sometimes I fund shit

Fuck the 12s and the judges like Ms love 'nem

Lil' bro throw fours like they Dugg 'nem, I'm still a thug with them

They ain't got my number, but it's love for them, I gave enough to them

New whip like GTA, that Lamb' truck kitted, it look like dub edition

That boy can't eat, he ain't got no hustle in 'em, can't even drug it with 'em

I can't even eat 'cause it ain't no drank, know you don't relate, you punk sippin'

Post two-hunnid out the bank, but never show the gun with it

She play her part, and I got love for her, don't let me use you (Don't let me use you)

I live fast, I know that God really put me here to do music

I tricked a Eve 'cause I'm a snake, I bit forbidden fruit too

How ya brodie killed your brodie, and you introduce 'em?

Imagine you was high as me, this dumb ho tryna seduce you

Bae, I cannot lose you, I was cryin' for help on YouTube

I'm ridin' in this clean-ass car like striker, that's that shit, amuse you

That's the shit you used to, I'm like, ayy

If I was in Tony position, I'd probably sniff it too

Power to the head with love, no one to give it to

If I was in Tony position, I'd probably kill 'em too (I'd probably kill 'em too)

Ayy, yeah, yeah

Yup, just like that

What?

You might as well just mark me on the back outside when I was home goin' on

I'm biased, I was taped outside that time

Mafioso

Stop askin'

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