Letra de Free Mr. Banks - LUCKI

You don't have no snakes or nothin', do you?

Man, I got snakes from one end of this house to the other (No, where?)

Ayy, shit for real, no bap

These young niggas come and get you, you would just be gettin' home

I'll dog a ho down, put her name in a song

I had tried to leave the mob, but I got cold feet

Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nosebleeds

Book Tune? Cost a Maybach for the show fee

Ladies gangster, they drink syrup like OE

Early snakes kill the rats, FJG, haha

Ayy, ayy, uh (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Young junkie, mama said her sister must've raised me

Cash run the world, I got to remind that shit to baby Ski

On my way to space, I asked that ho if she gon' wait for me

Same type of nigga to take from me, be the same one get a day from me

Big bro told me, "If you play for keeps, I'll go back-to-back, it's '83"

I'm tryna fuck some paper up, then make it back, another spree

She tryna make another me, that's why he like a son to me

That 'Rari truck, it's black and yellow and it look like a bumblebee

I'm high as fuck, that ain't nothin' new, that's what they want from me

I'm tied up, in the M-O-B, I brought my son in it

And then I broke her heart in the Cullinan, she look up and remember it, oh

Ayy, huh, shit for real, no bap

These young niggas come and get you, you would—, haha

Ayy, ayy, ayy, slatt

Free Jeff Gang

Ayy, ayy, ayy, shit for real, no bap

These young niggas come and get you, you would just be gettin' home

I'll dog a ho down, put her name in a song

I had tried to leave the mob, but I got cold feet

Bentley truck, super tall, feel like nosebleeds

Book Tune? Cost a Maybach for the show fee

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Early snakes kill the rats, FJG

Slatt

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