800 PTS

Gucci Shoes

50BAGS

NBA STREET

Verse 1: 

Luci the type to share 
But this one he just gotta face 

Unless I’m with Derek 
Then I guess it’s okay

From the outside looking in this shit glitter 
He doing great 

You could see the fucking pain 
When you look at his face 

When luci wake up he wonder 
If he could go an die today 
But his mother and sister around 
So ain’t fucking no way 

Look he dishing out the pain 
Fucking suckers in his way 
Stupid junky mutherfuckers
We could never assimilate 

Trynna stop me 
Trynna keep me out 
my dick all in they brain 

See my brother got the powder 
So the birdies keep chirping and coming our way

But now the work touching down 
And the bitches in the house 

Straight motion niggas smoking 
Bitches snorting hella lines 

White girl off the white girl
She just trynna live her life 


Verse 2:

Luci ain’t trustin nobody 
left me to die in my own lobby 

Counting on somebody 
When I’m dead then maybe probably 

Luci ain’t moving no xans 
Cuz I know you niggas pressing 

Y’all got these niggas guessing 
Cuz that shit need some testing 

know a couple dead homies 
Know a couple dead shorties 

All i needed was love 
But everyone just came to serve me 

He been living wit this pain 
But Luci ain’t hurting 

Cuz this money coming in 
And all the girlies just want to slurp me

CATCH UP!

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