Lil Yachty, Polo G - Luck lyrics

Man fuck all that other shit (Go)
(Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat)
(Woah Kenny, Brrt) , Lil Pump

These bitches ain't goin', then get 'em out
Said she bleed from the cat
Then I'm in her mouth (yeah)
All this ice on my neck
Bitch we runnin' south (Ice)
Bitch I sleep in the nose bleeds (Slut)
Penthouse shawty, your whole E (Geeked)
YD, balled on Polo like my D (Bitch)
Foward it and let them tires screech (Skrrt)
My brother swore that he Big Meech (Brrt)
Gang, said she hungry
Tell her to eat 'fore she come (Yеah)
Ain't the two or the three
Bitch I'm number onе (Facts)
Michael Vick with the stick
Got the golden gun (Bop, bop, bop, bop)

Every clip 'till them Glocks gettin' stuffed
(Bitch)
We pull up let that chopper erupt (Grrr, bop)
My lil nigga be poppin' shit up
He gon' hop out the car if he not in the cut
(Skrrt) if he fall, then he ran outta luck
When we stand over him, he is not gettin' up
(Bitch) for bronem, we thirsty for blood
Ever since Gucci died, I do not give a fuck
(Gang) at first off the opps I was stuck
Now I'm geeked off that X pill
I dropped in the cup (Ha)
It ain't shit but blue strips on them bucks
I was just on the block
Selling rocks to the clucks (Flex)

Talking shit like I'm looking for trouble
(Go) hit that bitch and her friend
That's a double (Yuh)
Extendin' my clip, that shit long as a cholo
(Bop, bop)
Bro hit that part with his elbow (Uh)
They hit in the street for the L low (Go)
Me and these niggas not
Gettin' the same money (yeah)
I can't go back and forth
With these same dummies (No)
Chopper gon' rip up a bro artery
Blood runnin' (Bop)
He gon take out the heat comin' (yeah)
If you know what's best for you
Then you best to get runnin' (Go)
Cause my hitter, he get to gunnin' (Go)
Keep it lowkey, niggas act like they know me
(Cap)

Evergreen 13 double 0 blocker
Bitch, I'm known off that block like a baka
Went from noodles to steak, shrimp
And lobster
Diamonds wet and my drip come improper
Fendi fit's, they all F's, like I'm Crocker
Senior year I was trappin in school
I got grams for the low
Sellin' dope out my locker
We gon' wake up yo' hood with them choppers
Fuck his back up, he gon' need a doctor

Black bitch, she lovin' my Chakra's (yeah)
Break her back, and she callin' me papa
Fuck a rapper, these niggas need Oscar's