AIN’T LUCK

Lyrics

[Intro] ChaseTheMoney! [Chorus] It ain't no room for change we, [?] nigga say that's his dawg but, he still tryna extort that nigga How the fuck nigga pop up at your crib that ain't luck Made a move shout it up I'm Mr, yeah he got [?] Gloves on hit the porch man down nobody move we taking drugs, we taking cash, we taking jewelry, and we taking food All the heroin, went bad shit it's still dog food Rob the weed man for a half a pound, shit that's just what gang do [Verse] Don't, put your gun in Brody hand you not getting it back Don't even get loud with niggas might get your ass slapped Ain't no way that you can run from this my brain be on some different shit Stab you with this fucking knife shoot you and kick you in your shit Kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body (Damn), kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body, kick yo dead body (Damn), kick yo dead body nig (Damn) [Chorus] It ain't no room for change we, [?] nigga say that's his dawg but, he still tryna extort that nigga How the fuck nigga pop up at your crib that ain't luck Made a move shout it up I'm Mr, yeah he got [?] Gloves on hit the porch man down nobody move we taking drugs, we taking cash, we taking jewelry, and we taking food All the heroin, went bad shit it's still dog food Rob the weed man for a half a pound, shit that's just what gang do (Gang do)