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drexthejoint - bad luck lyrics

[intro]
(pull up, sinji)

[chorus]
got these n+ggas mad, huh? tryna find me, i’m on the back, huh?
f+ckin’ with them j+boys, n+gga, man, that sh+t bad luck
n+ggas poppin’ hot sh+t on the ‘gram and they just act tough
i got the thumper on me, that’ll make a n+gga back up
back, back, b+tch for the birds, just like she aflac
n+gga want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
you wanna beef, ain’t no squashin’ it, can’t get past that

[verse 1]
bleed ’em, i cut a b+tch off ’cause i don’t need her
i ain’t like that in person, they only do it for the media
the grimy+ass j+sign, n+gga, nothin’ between me
keep it in the streets, ’cause when i see you, man, you gon’ feel it
feel that, all that poppin’ it, you better k!ll that
n+ggas wanna do what i do, but they can’t steal that
n+gga probably mad ’cause hе ain’t gon’ get his b+tch back
i ain’t shiesty, i f+ck your b+tch, but i’ll give hеr back
stop it, think your macho man, get you shot quick
i think i’m asian, that’s why i’m playin’ with these chopsticks
seen them in the comments, n+gga, i got they block lit
and, n+gga, from my hood, that’s the reason why i pop it
stop that, n+gga better stay up in the podcasts
name a time they got up on me and i ain’t shot back
n+gga say you jk, well, go and get my flack backs
n+gga think he heem, lil’ n+gga, but y’all is not that
[chorus]
these n+ggas mad, huh? tryna find me, i’m on the back, huh?
f+ckin’ with them j+boys, n+gga, man, that sh+t bad luck
n+ggas poppin’ hot sh+t on the ‘gram and they just act tough
i got the thumper on me, that’ll make a n+gga back up
back, back, b+tch for the birds, just like she aflac
n+gga want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
you wanna beef, ain’t no squashin’ it, can’t get past that

[verse 2]
i can’t trust n0body, man, i don’t even do no friends
when you hear this sh+t, just know it’s that fly mexican
i do this sh+t for real, man, ain’t no need for pretend
got the opps pressured up, man, these n+ggas hold their hands
the way these n+ggas hold hands, that sh+t embarrassin’
catch an opp lackin’, lil’ n+gga, man, ain’t no sparin’ him
n+gga made a diss track, ain’t even heard of him
go against the team, my n+ggas finna go and bury you
n+ggas finna bury that n+gga if he wan’ funk
my n+ggas all grimy, don’t do no one+on+ones
say, if you come and diss me, you better keep a gun
’cause beef ain’t nothin’ to me, this sh+t for fun
i don’t take b+tches serious, i just want ’em to just match it
keep it player with these hoes, to the team, i’ma pass ’em, smack ’em
n+gga think a gangster, was braggin’
i’m so fk, you know i fake it, sike, blah
[chorus]
got these n+ggas mad, huh? tryna find me, i’m on the back, huh?
f+ckin’ with them j+boys, n+gga, man, that sh+t bad luck
n+ggas poppin’ hot sh+t on the ‘gram and they just act tough
i got the thumper on me, that’ll make a n+gga back up
back, back, b+tch for the birds, just like she aflac
n+gga want smoke with dead homies, we can match that
been a stepper, on my big homies, they can stamp that
you wanna beef, ain’t no squashin’ it, can’t get past that

[outro]
n+gga

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