Lucki None Other Lyrics

Aye [x8]
Man, man

I'm t'd off juice and xan
I don't know you lil' mans
Got this lil' deuce-deuce in my pocket, in these Nudie pants
My plug up on a band
I gotta meet him there
So I don't do shorts, don't do deals, it's either here or there
My bitch don't like new niggas
Say they gone get me caught
Say, "f*ck with them, you gone catch records." '07 Randy Moss
I touch her redskin, then I jet
Boy I'm Santana Moss
Wait, let me pop like four more pills
Them old ones wearing off
Boy, who the f*ck is you?
You ain't no one nine seven
What stain you rep?
Who chain you grip?
It's looking ugly, yessir
I take yo' shit, won't bring that back
Boy I'm no Devin Hester
That bitch left me, fake like that hurt
Boy I'm just like a wrestler

I talk my shit like none other
Finesse this shit like none other f*ck around, make you rob yo' brother
I'm on it

Man they got me T'd
Don't tell me no f*cking rules
We don't do those
Remember I said that's why I dropped outta school
You gotta listen bitch, don't make me show this attitude
You like, "this why all yo friends be f*cking mad at you?"
I'm just too smart for mu'f*ckas but that don't matter dude
I'm just 18, they said I'm dumb but that's what xanax do
Well I pop X [?]
Don't be this stubborn to the devil wanna dance with dude
Finessed a close friend
I didn't feel anything
I knew since then that it don't matter if you kin to me
Instead of ghost, get Scooby-Doo to solve this mystery
You sick? Well this black-market magic is the remedy

I talk my shit like none other
Finesse this shit like none other
f*ck around, make you rob yo' brother
I'm on it