Good Luck - Young Thug

Porsche 9−11 when I pull up

Park a million at the studio for good luck

Almost every one of my jeans are designer cut

Bad luck, iron dove

We sippin' drink out the pint and we don’t even measure it

Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies

I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top

I’ma clean up like a mop, I don’t want to fuck, I want top

One in the head and I don’t gotta cock it

Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it

Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking

Run to the trap just to make me a profit

Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket

Keep on the camera, they know I’ma pop it

Amir on my jeans and I don’t want no Robins

Came out the trenches with killers and goblins

'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I’m doing the dash

Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don’t crash

We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask

Now that I got it, you got it, you don’t gotta ask

Ran this shit up, I can’t look at the past, got the task force on my ass

Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass

Hop on the PJ, we out of there

Overseas bitch with a lot of hair

That is my nigga, you know I can’t lie to him

This ain’t no Twitter but they gonna follow him

(SEX)

Twenty bitches out of Magic (twenty), I’ma tryna teach 'em all magic (let's go)

Ones bustin' out the plastic, got 'em eatin' dick, they nasty

Ridin' 'round with the madness, got a tall bitch and she clutchin'

Ready to pop your watermelon, ready to pop your melon

Pop pop pop pop pop, forty mansion drummin'

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa, forty rip your colored

Bap-bah-rrah, unconscious, unconscious

Dah-dah, two just 'cause I’m grimy, ayy

We sippin' drink out the pint and we don’t even measure it

Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies

I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top

I’ma clean up like a mop, I don’t want to fuck, I want top

One in the head and I don’t gotta cock it

Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it

Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking

Run to the trap just to make me a profit

Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket

Keep on the camera, they know I’ma pop it

Amir on my jeans and I don’t want no Robins

Came out the trenches with killers and goblins

'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I’m doing the dash

Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don’t crash

We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask

Now that I got it, you got it, you don’t gotta ask

Ran this shit up, I can’t look at the past, got the task force on my ass

Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass

Hop on the PJ, we out of there

Overseas bitch with a lot of hair

That is my nigga, you know I can’t lie to him

This ain’t no Twitter but they gonna follow him

Niggas they bite like mosquitos, YSL Saint Laurent cheetah (slatt)

Fuck her but I cannot keep her, nigga stay fly like an eagle

Still do this shit for my people, still call that bitch if I need her

Baking the K like Anita, and if that pussy got hair I can’t eat her

And I just hopped in a foreign, this car don’t take nothin' but diesel

All overseas I been tourin', I keep on meeting new people

Pretty lil bitch and she swallow my kid, I was gon' call her my sequel

Then I turned important, used to be making them plays in the Regal

We sippin' drink out the cup and we don’t even measure it

Some of my niggas they rich and most of 'em some felonies

I really came from the block, then I went straight to the top

I’ma clean up like a mop, I don’t want to fuck, I want top

One in the head and I don’t gotta cock it

Niggas be flodging and they need to stop it

Biting the lingo, these niggas be mocking

Run to the trap just to make me a profit

Tried to find me a plug and ran into the socket

Keep on the camera, they know I’ma pop it

Amir on my jeans and I don’t want no Robins

Came out the trenches with killers and goblins

'Bout to go hop in the foreign, I’m doing the dash

Sippin' this lean and I pray to the lord I don’t crash

We used to be broke and I had to go pick up a mask

Now that I got it, you got it, you don’t gotta ask

Ran this shit up, I can’t look at the past, got the task force on my ass

Bad lil bitch and she gon' let me smash, I like the tat on her ass

Hop on the PJ, we out of there

Overseas bitch with a lot of hair

That is my nigga, you know I can’t lie to him

This ain’t no Twitter but they gonna follow him