Just My Luck - Mozzy, Sada Baby

Helluva made this beat, baby

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Hmm, on gang, nigga, hmm

Just my luck you wasn’t ridin' with your strap

Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you

Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me

Thought I didn’t see him but the AR had the beam on him

Auntie know I got that dope sack

And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched

Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that

I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh

Yeah, wet, woozy, whop him with the wally ahki

Did the Beamer, Benz, Masi', thinkin' Kawasaki

Ain’t no clouds in these rocks, just to clarify

Type of nigga blow a fifty on a pair of diamonds

Blood type VS1's, talkin' every diamond

It broke my heart to see that nigga woof and kill Diamond

Check the Rollie, perfect timing, couple minutes late

They don’t want the smoke, that’s something that you insinuate

That’s somethin' you indicatin', we can take it there

Right before I kicked the door I said a silent prayer

Bity of Sacramento mayor, ask the people

Prezi' faces in the duffle, that’s a bag of people

Murder rate goin' brazy, we end up blappin' people

Smoke Cook', bitch, I’m bool on your bag of Diesel

Been a fella way back when niggas had Evisus

On my mama, hittin' Sada 'bout them sama-llamas

Just my luck you wasn’t ridin' with your strap

Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you

Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me

Thought I didn’t see him but the AR had the beam on him

Auntie know I got that dope sack

And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched

Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that

I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh

Ho, don’t talk to me 'bout shit you know you don’t deserve

Set up shop and be damn sold out 'fore I hit the curb

I mean a pistol out before I ever spoke a word

Drop a four and swing my door, call it a Skuba swerve

Book a nigga if he talkin', chopper send him his deposit

Pull up with my ahkis, me and Mozzy come with all the toppings

All my dreadheads real rastas, big H, Top Shotta

Push your shit back, release date, mixtape, gon' drop 'em

I just want a gun with a leg in it

Dawg been in the hole, he want a cell with a bed in it

Can’t talk for none' these bloods, all the mail got red in it

Ain’t in sneakin' in no phones, heard the 'Gram got the feds on it

I don’t want no bitch 'less her man got the bands on him

Mines cook dope, eat the dick, and put her friends on it

Hmm, disrespecting me, I raise up, put my hands on you

Pussy heaven, see, what you sight, you don’t stand on it, ugh

Just my luck you wasn’t ridin' with your strap

Hit my window, took that thing off my lap, let it ring on you

Had to treat him like an opp, he switched teams on me

Thought I didn’t see him but the AR had the beam on him

Auntie know I got that dope sack

And your bitch just left, got my soul snatched

Cold-hearted hotshot and you know that

I send one up top, nigga, no cap, ugh