LUCKI - 16oz lyrics

AMG

Talkin' shit as usual

In a sixteen-ounce pop
It’s two hundred dollar cups
She gon send me love back
What expected from a slut
This codeine gave me a gut
And Big Ghazi got me up
Freewave threw a steppin' stone
I recouped my first month

I got two new cell phones, one for bucks
One for sluts give my new hoe both lines
Still a sucker for some love
Do me dirty both times not a hunnid K to come
Got my heart broke one time
Monetized it madе a ton in LA not courtside
And the 40s with my cuz
Gotta keep it both ways
I'm a weirdo with a gun
Ask about thе old days
Shut the party down for fun
Hellcat sound like road rage
Vroom vroom it made her cum
Take me back to those days
Want no money just trust
Can’t go back to those days
Jumpin' niggas on the bus
My lil bitch want sola
I ain't high, it ain't no good
What's Miami finger lickin'
Now we out west with a gun
Now we my way, but I still miss the low
Wockhardt on the seal take
Two-ninety then we gone huh, huh, ay

In a sixteen ounce pop, it's 200 dollar cups
She gon' send me love back
What expected from a slut
Codeine gave me a gut, Big Ghazi got me up
Freewave threw a steppin’ stone, I
Recouped my first month, facts pussy

Ha, of fuckin’ course woah, woah, woah, ayy
Woah, ayy of course
Ha, of fucking course you would
Try to keep with us
Every time though, AMG group home
Quit being like that copy, copy, copy, ayy
Lucki and tune 808