Young Thug - Good Luck lyrics

{Intro – Young Thug} Porsche 9-11 when I pull up Park a million at the studio for good luck Almost every one of my jeans are designer cut Bad luck, iron dove {Chorus – Lil Duke} We sipping drink out the pint and we don't even measure it Some of my ni–as they rich and most of 'em some felonies I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to f-ck, I want top One in the head and I don't gotta co*k it Ni–as be flodging and they need to stop it Biting the lingo, these ni–as be mocking Run to the trap just to make me a profit Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins Came out the trenches with k**ers and goblins ‘Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash Sipping this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask Ran this sh** up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my a-s Bad lil bi-ch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her a-s Hop on the PJ, we out of there Overseas bi-ch with a lot of hair That is my ni-ga, you know I can't lie to him This ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him {Verse 2 – Young Thug} “SEX” Twenty bi–hes out of Magic “twenty”, I'ma tryna teach 'em all magic “let's go” Ones busting out the plastic, got 'em eating d-ck, they nasty Riding 'round with the madness, got a tall bi-ch and she clatching Ready to pop your watermelon, ready to pop your melon Pop pop pop pop pop, forty mansion drumming Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, forty rip your colored Bap-bah-rrah, unconscious, unconscious Dah-dah, two just 'cause I'm grimy, ayy {Chorus – Lil Duke} We sipping drink out the pint and we don't even measure it Some of my ni–as they rich and most of 'em some felonies I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to f-ck, I want top One in the head and I don't gotta co*k it Ni–as be flodging and they need to stop it Biting the lingo, these ni–as be mocking Run to the trap just to make me a profit Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins Came out the trenches with k**ers and goblins ‘Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash Sipping this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask Ran this sh** up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my a-s Bad lil bi-ch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her a-s Hop on the PJ, we out of there Overseas bi-ch with a lot of hair That is my ni-ga, you know I can't lie to him This ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him {Verse 2 – Lil Duke} Ni–as they bite like mosquitos, YSL Saint Laurent cheetah “slatt” F-ck her but I cannot keep her, ni-ga stay fly like an eagle Still do this sh** for my people, still call that bi-ch if I need her Baking the K like Anita, and if that pu-sy got hair I can't eat her And I just hopped in a foreign, this car don't take nothing but diesel All overseas I been touring, I keep on meeting new people Pretty lil bi-ch and she swallow my kid, I was gon' call her my sequel Then I turned important, used to be making them plays in the Regal {Chorus – Lil Duke} We sipping drink out the cup and we don't even measure it Some of my ni–as they rich and most of 'em some felonies I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top I'ma clean up like a mop, I don't want to f-ck, I want top One in the head and I don't gotta co*k it Ni–as be flodging and they need to stop it Biting the lingo, these ni–as be mocking Run to the trap just to make me a profit Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket Keep on the camera, they know I'ma pop it Amir on my jeans and I don't want no Robins Came out the trenches with k**ers and goblins ‘Bout to go hop in the foreign, I'm doing the dash Sipping this lean and I pray to the lord I don't crash We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask Now that I got it, you got it, you don't gotta ask Ran this sh** up, I can't look at the past, got the task force on my a-s Bad lil bi-ch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her a-s Hop on the PJ, we out of there Overseas bi-ch with a lot of hair That is my ni-ga, you know I can't lie to him This ain't no Twitter but they gonna follow him