[Bad Lucc]
B-B-Bad Lucc on the corner with my homies doin' all bad
We talkin' licks, and not to give my brother ball back
Press the line and I'ma whippin' like a grand daddy[?]
Spillin' vodka, got the choppa in the grand Natty
107 were them hustlers on that gunplay
Outchea nothing, turn your block into a runway
I'm suited up, I sprinkled of molly over 7 grams
They turned a n***a to a ghost over 7 bands
My 5-0-1's hangin, chain swingin
From the prevla** to the Raymonds – gang bangin
Southern Cali with the drop, man the greats revealed
We ain't gonna steal your collar n***a, buck a bill
No bueno, the Sanos, a bunch of Canos
Rip out your heart and they been A-Holes since last patranos
Watch bread I'mma poppin like a K move
Diamond Lane official, O T L Gang too
[Hook]
Yea I'm outchea (hustlin')
I'm outchea (grindin')
I'm outchea (stuffin')
I'm outchea (rollin')
I'm outchea (geekin')
I'm outchea (roosted)
I'm outchea (beastin')
n***a, I'm outchea (mean)
n***a, I'm outchea (mean)
n***a, I'm outchea
Aye aye aye aye f** all that sh** n***a
You already know what my sh** do
Line that sh** up my n***a, yea that
[Bad Lucc]
T-T-Topic of discussion – where the gang moves
Whippin' through the city like I can't loose
I be outchea with a bad one in the zip and k** her
I tell that b**h you seen my b**h? You better keep it realer
They keep mob close, breaking down a couple grams
You hit the city with the blam like the Son of Sam
Knock a n***a out his shoes for the scheming
Then he is cripping in his blood, bring a demon
Beamin', leanin', hangin', maintainin'
I pull your b**h up in this lane and she name changing
Fatty boostin', man I'm pilin' up the molly damn
My brother Blackie pulled a Mexi and she probly down
To let us get it, call me if she with it
B A D, I'm bout that business, they only fit it
I born fully, never fail, I'm about the nail
Out the gate fresh as hell like I'm outchea
[Hook]
Ayo Prob, ayo Prob
Check this sh** out my n***a, I got sum for you
[Problem]
I'm going big on these busters, I do my thing fully
Runnin up on these hoes, go tag my name cutie
I'm getting money persona, yea I'm bent like a comma
And I stay with that Bud like my name Rudy
Straight serve, rollin rollin big
Suburban, urban, diamond my lane, n***a swerving
2013, this a turn up, a wrap
I still don't give a f** like the burglars (brah!)
M-M-My candle, be ridin like a 4 door
Compton California boy, I came about the photo
A n***a play me h*mo, I used him as a promo
Bomb first, bomb worse, now go and let your bro low
The problem ain't havin' it, grind so pa**ionate
Hide in the kitchen, special K's in the cabinet
Pull and get to grabbing it, like f**in' let me at em
Cyber thugs tweetin' bout me but they never ever had em
[Hook]