Lucky You(Joyner Lucas Freestyle) - Tory Lanez
Lyrics by：Tory Lanez
Composed by：Tory Lanez
Joy through
I got a million flows I can go silly with those
I got a pocket rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a n***a that really impose
N***as that's with me is villains in hoodies
That lost all they good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing the feeling of killing a n***a that pose
Get Milli Vanillied with those
Turn a beef plate to a cheesesteak
B***h I be really in Philly with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard a n***a flex gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly it froze
Really I'm colder than ever
My n***as goin' for whatever
N***as gripped up fifth
Tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert
Hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his whole body bloody
Like shorty done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam
Cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See the charm on already
We go to jail this shit'll be fire
We'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone already
N***a the-n***a the-uh
I'ma do a three in week
I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching
It's that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak I gotta be in repeat
She wanna eat every morning
I treat it like porridge and
Gave her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it like P and a B
I don't cop it less it's Louie Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G 'cause
The way that the money piling
I'll be wildin' 'til
A n***a make about a B in a week
F**k n***as hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton always on the team with the green
And the money counter 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and
Coming out it paper cut the money
Dummy n***as I been thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist fight
With a knife n***a brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it lil n***a
Uh hit him with a mini mac
Is he really that bad that
I gotta hit him with a bigger gat
Matter fact riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot that
He said he'd be at but where is he at
Like really n***a is you really tellin' me that
Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony act
Like what you thought I would never react
Have a n***a lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a n***a put a whole shell in his back
F**k n***as yelling it back
N***as get high and start hating on a real n***a
It's like a n***a smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look lil' n***a uh
I got the remedy
I got the shooters with hidden identities
F**k who you send at me
I got a stack on me long as a ruler and centipede
I got the Genovese I got the energy
I got the money the power the enemies
I go to business
I'm asking these n***as for 60 percent of the entity
No one defending me
N***as is talking but no one offending me
N***as know what the result of the end'll be
N***as won't know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different n***a on Hennessy
I got the recipe none of y'all n***as sit next to me
Guard where your head and ya chest'll be
I suggest you n***as never go testin' me
I suggest you n***as never go testin' me n***a
I promise y'all n***as
I do this s**t in my sleep it's easy
I come to the studio and just
Say s**t and it comes out that way
You know what I mean
I promise y'all we down to go
36 hundred thousand rounds with anybody
Let these n***as know that all that rapping fast s**t
We can do it too n***a
N***as be thinking they got that special sauce
Not today n***a
Ain't that right man
Y'all know what the f**k goin' on man
Who next
Who next
Who next
For real who next
Lemme know lemme know I'm off this I'm off this