LUCKI, Rooski - 2012 Shit lyrics

You goin to find me yeah yeah
(I'm on 48th right now homie)
That pack, it's smoked boy, it's dead

You got that pack I'm
Plottin' snatchin' that
(I'm snatchin that) aye aye
I'm violent dunkin, boy I Shaq Attack
(Shaq attack) aye aye aye
Preme draws, she gone take it off
(She gone take them off) aye aye aye
My babies gone, they all in her mouth aye
(In her mouth) kid killer, kid killer
That bitch a kid killer aye aye
Y3 pink on, feel like Cam Killa (Dipseeeet)
That's not my mans, I said fuckin' get him
Aye ha you think you flexin boy
(What are you even flexin what you got
That and Obey bro what the fuck) yeah
Aye, you snoozin' on them xans
You walking dead
(You walking dead tryna be like
Bossyy tryna pop xans) aye aye aye
You got the paper, I might get you there
Aye aye aye
I know this thotty wanna hold my hand
(Lovey doveyy) aye aye
I fuck her good, then tell her get on mans
(I'm a shitbag) aye aye
Off white Chevy, cruisin' through the goat
(Sawbuuuck) oh oh oh
You gotta O, Skrrt you gotta go
(Stain Gaaang) aye aye aye
She say she miss me too, but I'm a ghost
(I'm a ghost I'm a ghost) aye aye aye
I'm a shitbag, bitch i come and go
(Come back) aye aye aye
You a yes man and I'm Son of Sam
(I'm Son of Sam) aye aye aye
I know you pussy, you might call the feds
(You might call the feds) aye aye aye
I heard you snitchin' boy yeah

Ya, I heard he robbed me, I'm like
"yeah?"
This for them rumors, I'm up at his crib
Stopped being free, I'm off what OJ did
Yeah that bitch fake textin' boy
She sneakin' pics aye
Couldn't get a feature, so he made a diss
Little do he know the Son of
Sam in love with sin aye, perc 10, pop ten
Man I gotta chill (I gotta problem)
Don't know, four four, looking for a Vic
Oh no, she's a goner, favin' all my pics
Think he bro, he's a goner
We need all of it (We need all of that)
Crybaby diva, get her gone, I'm Donovan
Aye yeah i heard they want the dash
(They want the dash, they want the dash?)
You gotta catch the dash 24
7, 4800 you know how we bomin'
Yeah, yeah