LUCKI - Clueless lyrics

Woah, ayy, woah, ayy woah, woah, woah, ayy
Woah woah, woah woah, ayy

90's Stacy Dash, I need her
Bougie bitch, that bitch told the gang
Please don't speak to her
You minor league G
Speaking in a league wit' us
Bitch mind your bee's knees
You ain't hit a stain with us
Ayy, tell that priest please
I'm a different demon
Bitch take a breather, you gon' need one
I'm the one, boo
You do the math, pop a half if you want to
I'm going fast
I'ma crash 'cause I want to
Bitch, it's a hot one on a
Sun and bitch ain't none new
When everything look the same
Where to run to? If I OD before we fuck
I'd love to haunt you
That bitch'll drive herself insane
'cause I want to
Ayy Mr reaper, it ain't my
Time, what you want, dude?
If you ain't pressin' me
'bout lying, bitch, that's on you
I'm way out here, I'm buying lean
But I don't want to
I might just take that nigga pint
He make the wrong move
Please make me a believer, I need purp
New addiction growing, now my knees hurt
Freeze her
Sneak another picture, bitch, I see ya
Cheese bruh
Talking 'bout Obey, boy, this Supreme, bruh
Where he from?
In my glory stance, cameras flashin'
She love it niggas watching, boy, I'm
'bout that action, so cut it
What are Trues? These cargos are Palace
It's nothing
On the road, just got back from Dallas
They love me
That bitch said don't bring 'round
Javon 'cause she fucked him
I just bought a 40
Gave it to Dee cause that's my guardian
I can't show my face
I don't want them to see me
Bet that bitch can't take it on, I'm faded
I'm so greedy