PAIDNFULL - LUCKI

Ayy, ayy, hide my face, I don’t feel nothin'\nOne-fifty for the skelly, kept it plain\nI did it so bad, sittin' in the rain\nYou should get a crate of guns before you get a chain\nHall of fame Tune, niggas old rookie\nRich off pain, can’t feel nothin'\nCashed out a vet' ho, she ain’t say nothin'\nI’m middle fingers up for whoever lookin'\nI saved you from the snakes when they should’ve took you\nI think everybody against me, everybody fake\nLeave it to bro, I been did it, and everybody late\nHad to put ten Ms in everybody face\nI know just how much spent if everybody played\nIt don’t matter, I quit the pills, 'cause I dropped the eighth\nThink I like your friend more 'cause she lettin' me pay\nI’ma learn one day but probably not today (Top, Topski)\nTopski, free Slime, need to be today\nIt’s fuck everybody 'cept Veeze and Ray\nI just put her top floor, she get the key today\nAll the super pretty hoes get the easy way\nMotion gang, niggas come around, he need a plate\nNiggas boolin' with the snakes, now he the play\nWock' taste like Act' in the Minute Maid\n(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nAyy, ayy, hide my face, I don’t feel nothin'\nOne-fifty for the skelly, kept it plain\nI did it so bad, sittin' in the rain\nYou should get a crate of guns before you get a chain