Try Your Luck

Lyrics

[Intro][Big Flock] Damn, damn, damn damn damn I sip on drink, I put more than a four up Dirty Fanta, Tropicana my soda Big Flock, nigga! Damn, damn damn [Verse 1][Big Flock] I sip on drink, I put more than a four up Dirty Fanta, Tropicana my soda Good suprema, gasolina my odor Born in __________ Percalators help me with my bipolar Cook a nigga, call that shit glockamole It's a stick up, pass up just like a goalie If you're working, pussy nigga, come show me Cocaina mae that bitch catch a nose bleed I don't fuck with Twitter niggas, they nosy All these bitches tell their friends that they know me But they don't know me, they just know all my photos Monkey clips, orangutan, MoJo-JoJo Chopper busting down your block like a dojo Pumping so much gas, I work at Sunoco But niggas telling on me just like they Polo [Verse 2][JazzSWERVE] Wockhardt what I drop in my soda Glocka said "fuck a deuce, pour a four up" Rake a nigga ass up like Folgers I love glicks, bitch, I got glaucoma Smoke OG's, said she love the aroma It was 'Woods, now she smoke Sheets and Funnel Plug texts me, said he got me, don't fumble Get it in, get it gone off the muscle I'm the man, bitches fuck off the humble Nino on me, boy I don't like to rumble Lil Ray, he be geeking to slump you Run up on me, have you running like Russell Purp his drink, then ______ I'm a janky nigga, I ain't gon' hold you Bitch, I'm glicking, fuck around, I'ma fold you You ain't stupid slim, you know what this pole do! [Verse 3][Lil Dude] Lil Dude doing hits out the Honda I'm a Bébé kid, I really love drama Robbing niggas, I ain't scared about karma Niggas snakes, call they ass anacondas Brodie whipping, you can smell the aroma Trapping blocks, working out with the soda Still got plugs all the way in North Dakota If I go broke then I'm slumping them over I'm just tryna buy my mother a rover I'm shooting the glick, just like Dellavedova Catch a nigga lacking, then it's all over Give me a red, or turn to an odor [Verse 4][Baby Ahk] Got a call that the plug on the corner Mafia ties, cooking up that aroma Hi tec, what I drop in my soda Brown skin, pretty hair like a mocha Cocaina in the pouch like yogurt Stretching money like I work out with yoga Blue Lexus, and I call that bitch Meeka Loud on me, so I sound like a speaker Fifty bands, way up on my teachers Only went to gym to serve on the bleachers My only wish is to make it to Mecca Grind hard, and I only do better When its cold, grab my Glock, fuck a sweater Fuck a Ruger, carry TECs and Berettas When its cold, grab my Glock, fuck a sweater Fuck a Ruger, carry TECs and Berettas