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big flock, lil dude, & baby ahk - try your luck lyrics

[intro][big flock]
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn d-mn d-mn
i sip on drink, i put more than a four up
dirty fanta, tropicana my soda
big flock, n-gga!
d-mn, d-mn d-mn

[verse 1][big flock]
i sip on drink, i put more than a four up
dirty fanta, tropicana my soda
good suprema, gasolina my odor
born in __________
percalators help me with my bipolar
cook a n-gga, call that sh-t glockamole
it’s a stick up, p-ss up just like a goalie
if you’re working, p-ssy n-gga, come show me
cocaina mae that b-tch catch a nose bleed
i don’t f-ck with twitter n-ggas, they nosy
all these b-tches tell their friends that they know me
but they don’t know me, they just know all my photos
monkey clips, orangutan, mojo-jojo
chopper busting down your block like a dojo
pumping so much gas, i work at sunoco
but n-ggas telling on me just like they polo

[verse 2][jazzswerve]
wockhardt what i drop in my soda
glocka said “f-ck a deuce, pour a four up”
rake a n-gga -ss up like folgers
i love gl!cks, b-tch, i got glaucoma
smoke og’s, said she love the aroma
it was ‘woods, now she smoke sheets and funnel
plug texts me, said he got me, don’t fumble
get it in, get it gone off the muscle
i’m the man, b-tches f-ck off the humble
nino on me, boy i don’t like to rumble
lil ray, he be geeking to slump you
run up on me, have you running like russell
purp his drink, then ______
i’m a janky n-gga, i ain’t gon’ hold you
b-tch, i’m gl!cking, f-ck around, i’ma fold you
you ain’t stupid slim, you know what this pole do!

[verse 3][lil dude]
lil dude doing hits out the honda
i’m a bébé kid, i really love drama
robbing n-ggas, i ain’t scared about karma
n-ggas snakes, call they -ss anacondas
brodie whipping, you can smell the aroma
trapping blocks, working out with the soda
still got plugs all the way in north dakota
if i go broke then i’m slumping them over
i’m just tryna buy my mother a rover
i’m shooting the gl!ck, just like dellavedova
catch a n-gga lacking, then it’s all over
give me a red, or turn to an odor

[verse 4][baby ahk]
got a call that the plug on the corner
mafia ties, cooking up that aroma
hi tec, what i drop in my soda
brown skin, pretty hair like a mocha
cocaina in the pouch like yogurt
stretching money like i work out with yoga
blue lexus, and i call that b-tch meeka
loud on me, so i sound like a speaker
fifty bands, way up on my teachers
only went to gym to serve on the bleachers
my only wish is to make it to mecca
grind hard, and i only do better
when its cold, grab my glock, f-ck a sweater
f-ck a ruger, carry tecs and berettas
when its cold, grab my glock, f-ck a sweater
f-ck a ruger, carry tecs and berettas

- big flock lil dude baby ahk lyrics

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