waiting on luck - aceeyg lyrics
[chorus]
look, i don’t do assists
want this sh*t, you better get up in that mix
pen and paper, cross ’em, now he don’t exist
the list could shake the block up, taylor swift
the wrist get tired of me tryna swish
in fact, it hate when i be tryna drift
i can’t help ’bout my body always taking risks
i’m stuck, n*gga
[verse]
hope maybe i’ll be up getting bucks, n*gga
reliantly just waiting on luck, n*gga
i’m violently causing a ruckus
i quietly pop out of the cut, n*gga
entirely ain’t giving no f*cks, n*gga
variety of beans and drugs, n*gga
it’s bmp, we moving them trucks
h*lla different income moving, i conduct
a must, been lately working on my l*st
put trust in higher power and the ups
adjust and see that vision through the dust
threw up 20 lobs and thеy ain’t hit the cut
it’s frying me
hold on baby, don’t run, i ain’t pull out entirеly
now she giving me anxiety
f*ck the rapper traditional norms in society
do this sh*t while moving privately
with lil q in the cut tryna skrrt in the g6
we could only get sh*t turnt on the weekends
b*tch, i’m in that mode for the season
step on sh*t on any means for no reason
been through couple sh*t had me weakened
europe shorty sl!ck and clean in her freemans
said she mixed little with a sweden
suck me up like she was puertodró rican
i won’t even cap, i forever put on, don’t care if i don’t live in the city
bs keep on stacking, it’s over my head, so anytime i win, it’s pity
glocky 47 took her on a date, she peanut b*tter colored and pretty
heard he tryna bang in the bity, told em we could link up and touch, no diddy
yeah, she so spectacular
but she a demon, kiss me on my neck, now i’m dracula
designer on this fabrica
might got respect, but i don’t even think that i value her
weight up on my shoulder got hunchback
i don’t listen to the critics, they punch bags
i’m just waiting on this muhf*cking comeback
don’t believe in this sh*t, you a scumbag
coming for my title, i want that
plug os, he tryna hit me through whatsapp
i ain’t even have to text and she spun back
missed lil shorty and her b*tt, it was dumb fat
only eddies up in this lunch bag
tried to up it, i reverse one o one that
said he up on a streak, so we done that
any composition race, ima run that
[chorus]
look, i don’t do assists
want this sh*t, you better get up in that mix
pen and paper, cross ’em, now he don’t exist
the list could shake the block up, taylor swift
the wrist get tired of me tryna swish
in fact, it hate when i be tryna drift
i can’t help ’bout my body always taking risks
i’m stuck, n*gga
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