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Luckk - Speaking, Pt. 2 Lyrics



Luckk - Speaking, Pt. 2 Lyrics




I'm on a search for revenge
Like John wick
We not toting rulers
Loading up yard sticks
Unk has the straight drop he had y'all sick
Fully automatic shoot like dragic
Come get a two for one like a pop tart
I was sliding around in that black dart
I'm on albroath that's the trap spot
Rest in peach kevo he had the trap hot
We was really out here
Trapping making moves
Catch that boy if he tipping
Now that nigga on the news
Sorry baby I don't send no nudes
Don't get it confused
Getting every dollar
Got my G.E.D outside of school

You play with my family His face in the dirt
With his name and date of birth on a shirt
Imma make it hit where it hurt
Big bullet holes
Now his blood leaking like some syrup
I'm in your bitch earlobe
She want to talk I told the bitch her low
Them niggas be hot screaming out 10 4
I see through your gangsta window
Too many Ls that boys wins low
Free short Glock he kept calicos
I'm on the roll like a firestone
Couple m's is the goal
I just hit my milestone
Sit on that move it's a go
Everything good when I step in the home
You get in my way Jerome Bettis
I got a money fetish
I took your bread you lettuce
Your niggas got gas that shit is unleaded
I got some real killers don't get behead
We loading up clips like we on reddit
Aye blackout told me
Just go speak some real facts
I rap about the field
Cause I really done did that
Short Glock told me speak the truth
Nigga this real rap
I know niggas hot tipping out here
They real rats
I put that boy down like some sewage
I'm always in some shit manure
But I know how to maneuver
Shawty go down on me like she a scuba
Ice out my neck subzero my jeweler
And this some real shit
I'm not going say your name
Cause I know you tipping
I thought you was my brother
I thought he was your brother too
We ain't going to speak on that we is

I'm on a search for revenge
Like John wick
We not toting rulers
Loading up yard sticks
Unk has the straight drop he had y'all sick
Fully automatic shoot like dragic
Come get a two for one like a pop tart
I was sliding around in that black dart
I'm on albroath that's the trap spot
Rest in peach kevo he had the trap hot
We was really out here
Trapping making moves
Catch that boy if he tipping
Now that nigga on the news
Sorry baby I don't send no nudes
Don't get it confused
Getting every dollar
Got my G.E.D outside of school
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I'm on a search for revenge
Like John wick
We not toting rulers
Loading up yard sticks
Unk has the straight drop he had y'all sick
Fully automatic shoot like dragic
Come get a two for one like a pop tart
I was sliding around in that black dart
I'm on albroath that's the trap spot
Rest in peach kevo he had the trap hot
We was really out here
Trapping making moves
Catch that boy if he tipping
Now that nigga on the news
Sorry baby I don't send no nudes
Don't get it confused
Getting every dollar
Got my G.E.D outside of school

You play with my family His face in the dirt
With his name and date of birth on a shirt
Imma make it hit where it hurt
Big bullet holes
Now his blood leaking like some syrup
I'm in your bitch earlobe
She want to talk I told the bitch her low
Them niggas be hot screaming out 10 4
I see through your gangsta window
Too many Ls that boys wins low
Free short Glock he kept calicos
I'm on the roll like a firestone
Couple m's is the goal
I just hit my milestone
Sit on that move it's a go
Everything good when I step in the home
You get in my way Jerome Bettis
I got a money fetish
I took your bread you lettuce
Your niggas got gas that shit is unleaded
I got some real killers don't get behead
We loading up clips like we on reddit
Aye blackout told me
Just go speak some real facts
I rap about the field
Cause I really done did that
Short Glock told me speak the truth
Nigga this real rap
I know niggas hot tipping out here
They real rats
I put that boy down like some sewage
I'm always in some shit manure
But I know how to maneuver
Shawty go down on me like she a scuba
Ice out my neck subzero my jeweler
And this some real shit
I'm not going say your name
Cause I know you tipping
I thought you was my brother
I thought he was your brother too
We ain't going to speak on that we is

I'm on a search for revenge
Like John wick
We not toting rulers
Loading up yard sticks
Unk has the straight drop he had y'all sick
Fully automatic shoot like dragic
Come get a two for one like a pop tart
I was sliding around in that black dart
I'm on albroath that's the trap spot
Rest in peach kevo he had the trap hot
We was really out here
Trapping making moves
Catch that boy if he tipping
Now that nigga on the news
Sorry baby I don't send no nudes
Don't get it confused
Getting every dollar
Got my G.E.D outside of school
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Writer: Anthony Woodard
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Performed By: Luckk
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Anthony Woodard

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