LUCKI - Widebody lyrics

Y'all get ready for that Luxury Music Group
Shit man, LMG man, high life boy, real high
Life, high life man, please believe
NC double-A
Shit man, andre the Giant shit man
You know what I'm sayin'?

This car got feelings too
Crash out like you love me
Knowin' I'll make that shit back
I'm the first one show a hunnid in cash
Mama said, "Baby adapt"
Niggas be fiendin'
Just make that shit last
I was too young for the Act'
I put some Wock' in the peach just for that
Wide body, peach seats
Kitty gon' get to roarin'
She wanna put me in the hot seats
And the streets already torchin' (Ayy)
City girl bring me peace, talk our shit
Ain't no rookie like Veezе aMG at three
Your ho called to make sure I еat

Ho nigga scored on the pints
Know it's a drought so
They playin' for keeps
Bitches ignorin' the rules
Niggas ignorin' them too
Anything to get that cake
But you ain't even eat your food
Tryna get a stripper ho laid
Label really think i'm in the
A for the stu'
'Pose to shoot a video today but I need
Sleep 'cause my life been a movie
Pretty girl get in my way, tell me yo' lies
Let me get through go off energy
Charged up bitches don't fit my mood
Sick of the Beni'
We've been eating that shit
Like Chinese food
She don't like HEMI's, if
It ain't foreign, in her eyes it's useless
I had a dream, AJ with Stacy
Playin' her part in Clueless
Thousand dollar cup, it hold my fate
I'm a bad influence couple thousand up
So now you make the money music
Somebody teach me love is not adorin'
She say, "Yup, you stuck
With me, it's quarantine, no tourin'"
New red-eye, it look like me
Them loud ass pipes euphoric
Open up on 290, hear it from the Low End

This car got feelings too
Crash out like you love me
Knowin' I'll make that shit back
I'm the first one show a hunnid in cash
Mama said, "Baby, adapt
Niggas be fiendin'
Just make that shit last"
I was too young for the Act'
I put some Wock' in the peach just for that
Wide body, peach seats
Kitty gon' get to roarin'
She wanna put me in the hot seats
And the streets already torchin' (Ayy)
City girl bring me peace, talk that shit
Ain't no rookie like Veeze aMG at three
Your ho called to make sure I eat

Real shit, you know what I'm sayin'
NBA, National Big Boy Association man
For real
They need to really hear about this
Yeah so, Google that, Google this
WorldStar that