LeToya Luckett Lyrics

Aye kid

Aye kid

Floss

Damn

Damn

Floss

Damn

Damn

Uh

Load up the truck, turn that bitch to a brinks

I've been stuntin' on hoes, Cartier with the mink

You ain't suckin' this dick, then lil' bitch, we can't link

I'm money crazy, I need me a shrink

Been bustin' my ass, trynna get to the franks

Day one, locked in a cell, totin' shanks

Pockets on swole, yeah, I stay with the hank

He fake for the gram, he totin' them blanks

He fake for them bitches, he don't got no rank

I'm smokin' this gas, bro, he sippin' on drank

This 7.62, blow up shit like a tank

I'm doin' the dash, I'm doggin' this bucket

I need me a bad bitch, LeToya Luckett

Ten piece to the jeweler, have my wrist flooded

Ain't talkin', Thanksgiving, my pockets on stuffing

Get em in, get em gone, they know I'm the clutchest

He started a beef, now he walkin' with crutches

Star on my team with the p's, I get touches

He stressin' so hard, rollin' Reggie with dutches

Damn, butterfly doors on the whip, I be stuntin

Gettin' them benji's, ain't nothin

Rocks on the chain, be jumpin

Walk in the party, they all on my line like McLovin

A star like Patrick, get cheeks like Sandy

Like Sponge, make a livin' off flippin

A pimp named Fat Reez like it's the boondocks

Smack me a bitch if that ho get the trippin

Or maybe I turn into Timmy, keep hunnids in fifties

Them choppas like wands when we swing em

Grantin' a wish with them sticks, but it come with a twist

That wish come with death in the ending

Stackin' them deadz, trynna buy me a pendant

I'm feelin' notorious, I trap for the benji's

Can't wait for the day I can chop off the ceiling

Say fuck all them bags cause I made me a killing

Got hustle n' flow like DJ

Whoop that trick, gotta put it on replay

Passin' that ho around like a relay

Takin' a risk, sellin' bags on eBay

Bro bust they ass, let's get on the freeway

Rap bout' high speeds, killin' be cliche

Trap been boomin', I got me a prepaid

Want all the hunnids with blues what Veeze say, uh

I make that money bout three ways, uh

Monday to Sunday the G way, uh

Hunnids and fifties like each day

Everyday free money, shit like a sweepstake, uh

Like 86, sell you somethin' out the trunk

Shit, deja vu, lost his life to the pump

Totin' this carbon, the stock is a bump

Gotta keep you a iron gettin' gas at the pump

Been rappin' and trappin' for months

All the threats keep dyin', gettin' turnt into blunts

I call bro Elmer, he keep trynna hunt

Won't hire a double, I do my own stunts

Floss, damn