Lucky Night

Oou, yuh!
What? What? What? What?
Let’s go
I just bought a rollie it worth a hundred grand
I don’t like racks, they are like sand
Sand is banned, sand is bad
Don’t mind me, got payback
I get all my respect
You, I know you hating that’s a fact
Got ice on i’m chilling
Got no drugs no dealing
I’ll count my racks, i’ll count my stacks
I’ll spend a K to get a legend on a track
Hop in my whip got LEDs
I don’t f**k around I’m always on steez
Gucci, Prada, codeine, molly
Soulja, Draco, who’s the best? Carti!
Flex gon Flex
Racks on Racks
I ain’t a bitch
I don’t take naps
Life is s**t f**k sippin on lean
Life is a b***h I don’t pop beans
I turn the counts of a god
You the type to s**t talk me in COD
I start to diss in Flex, they copy
You want this type of beats, I got it
Mess with them, you mess with me