AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT

Lyrics

Too high at the crib, shawty spilled keef through her fingertips Someone took my lighter shit, I wonder who it is On the road Arizona sightseeing off this roach clip Smoke then imma skinny dip Wet your bitch like Battleship Love or hate it's hit or miss I like my big stones Flex with me we do this shit Shout out all my day ones I can never lose the bitch If you hate then say sum New tech like I'm bionic In a neon nightmare I'm out there, with a couple broads like I don't care Take care, she be feeling off when I'm not there St. Claire, bitch I parked the boat and the yacht there Warfare, shawty and my ex love the same pair VERSE Secret girl she undercover Break up now alone I suffer Without you life lost color Baby for ya Imma sucker Love to meet ya in the summer Hook up in the rough weather She my fucked up Cinderella Late nights, you and me forever Get high, so high at the top the bonsai Felt like I was living life on Cloud 9 With you I like heading for disaster I'm chasin a chaser, girl who you after X2 REFRAIN Too high at the crib, shawty spilled keef through her fingertips Someone took my lighter shit, I wonder who it is On the road Arizona sightseeing off this roach clip VERSE Model filled Casino gonna use another chip Im a bit tired, don't tempt me with the guilt trips Always with the drama I could write us a Movie script Driving round the city thinking as luck would have it Cannot have kids until I kick the bad habits No reflection in the mirror feels like a catfish Whip the manual, also comes in automatic Playing her my songs she really just a fanatic Smoking on tree I'm living in the Jurassic Bonnie Clyde shit making moves this ain't counterfeit Making no sense when I smoke I'm illiterate Emeralds spilling out the bag they legitimate How bout next time I change your life be considerate OUTRO Hit me up Baby why you acting crazy Whatcha doing Later I'm up next maybe Through the nose Bugging out like it's the 80s Gonna tell Why you flexin on me baby Hit me up Baby why you actin crazy Whatcha doing Later I'm up next maybe Wife you up All the Rings like Tom Brady Gonna tell Why you flexin on me baby Written by MONTEREY BRENT Produced by Sour