Lucki - RTF lyrics

[Intro] b**h I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' oh [Verse] Aye b**h I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' aye Man ya'll knew from back then bout' my ego b**h I'm Tebow, with this pistol, where yo regal Dirty brawler, take a bottle to the temple b**h I'm leanin' how I'm trippin' oh Aye tell me somethin' b**h I need to grip yo grip then ghost Law catch me buggin' down the avenue, then check what's in my shoe All these cups up in these barracuda PRP's will do us They gon' rob me man, like them too, I bet he pick the truth Trust my b**h she serve at every school Flakes gone, I sell some blue Ain't really been myself but I know that guy, yeah he a high sometime Talk to much I left him in the car, I tried to f** right there Yeah I see that you a camera or flash caught by loyal faith Call yo a** my tumblr centerfold this might just be my day Pills kicked in, wait where the nice guy now the b**h ain't pleasin' me Not me eat a day, off this Heny b**h I'm interruptive Grab yo VMA, designer taste prolly in my DNA, get out my way