Prada Tune - LUCKI

Uh, broke my heart so I went to the bank

I’ve been living crooked so I really love straights

And my label want me to move back to LA

She say, «Lucki, I’m proud of you,» my bitch like, «Nigga, don’t even say

thanks»

I don’t even let a bitch post in my whip, flew her to the 'Raq, she said, «Y'all look crazy» (

Plugg

She said, «Lucki, it’s two of you, it’s Lucki when you sober and it’s Lucki off

the drank»

Foenem eating Benihana truck all week, waiting for a rapper, trying to snatch

his chain

She said, «Lucki, I’m tired of you, why every song you’ve been saying my name?»

«Why your fans keep tagging in pics?

You drive for that shit and it drive me

insane»

She said, «Lucki, I’m proud of you,» she gon' screenshot the shit if I just say

thanks

My lil' brother brought your ho on a chase, shorty used to hoop in this shit,

he was ranked

She say, «It's too early for yercs, how you getting high, nigga?

You ain’t even ate»

Fuck

Fucking all the hoes all through Prairie Shores, low-end bitch want Steak 48

She get attitude 'cause I’m not a high speed, she just wanna show Instagram her

plate

Bought her Cartiers, now she think she from the D, fuck a Corvette,

leave that shit up in the A

Her friend thought my brother was a trick 'cause of me, Mexiko will pimp a

bitch like he from the bay

She said, «Lucki, I lied to you,» but, bitch, I do it too, so that shit okay

Uh, broke my heart so I went to the bank

I’ve been living crooked so I really like straights

And my label want me to move back to LA

She said, «Lucki, I’m proud of you,» uh, uh

She said, «Lucki, I’m proud of you,» ayy, uh, uh, uh

Broke my heart so I went to the bank

I’ve been living crooked so I really like straights

My label want me to move back to LA

She said, «Lucki, I’m proud of you,» ayy, uh

She said, «Lucki, I lied to you,» uh, uh

She said, «Lucki, I’m,» uh, uh, uh, uh

She said, «Lucki, I’m proud of you», uh, uh, uh

My bitch said, «Don't even say thanks»

She said, «Lucki, I’m proud of you,» ayy, ooh, ayy