Bad Luck

I just wanna say, "Hi" back to bitches, I'm talkin' Drown out pieces when I give a nigga clothesline And my shit on gridlock, all my bitches tip-top She didn't wanna fuck with me until she saw my shit pop Nigga, I pop shit Nigga, I got bad luck And keep that MAC tucked Nigga, I got bad luck I've been on my business, hopin' I could kill it I don't fuck nigga And I feel like I died when these labels fuckin' get me Gave your bitch a hickey back in the existence I don't have no regrets for the shit I did Ask your favorite rapper how much the label spent Five million for him to ask a nigga, and that was it Now he a broke-ass lame nigga with his pennies spent I would laugh, this shit ain't cool When these niggas ain't havin' issues It's only last year I met my brother Christian And my old friends turned to opps, I gotta keep a pistol I met some crazy niggas, need some fuckin' tissues Baby, hope you read this, 'cause I know you need this Baby, you wanna talk about it, nigga, I don't speak this I know some troops that'll go ahead and go get a nigga I hope you're ready to die behind your damn Twitter, nigga I just wanna say, "Hi" back to bitches, I'm talkin' Drown out pieces when I give a nigga clothesline And my shit on gridlock, all my bitches tip-top She didn't wanna fuck with me until she saw my shit pop Nigga, I pop shit Nigga, I got bad luck And keep that MAC tucked Nigga, I got bad luck