Luchiana by Eastside X Lyrics
Off top RIP BANGO
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K that's a Draco
Turn ya homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain foe
Need that bag, you niggas mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
...
Off top RIP BANGO
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K that's a Draco
Throw that nigga body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you niggas mad
Cause you will never stop this
Word around town you pop shit
Talk shit
You talking nonsense
Caution I might just off him
If he flossin
Clicc Clacc Coffin
Flipping dope like a Pink Dolphin
They in awe because I’m awesome
Stone Cold like Steve Austin
I’m a boss
Get out my office
I ain’t playing
Eyes look Asian
Do you get my persuasion?
True Blue I’m back to banging
Heard you saying I’m amazing
Bitch I hear that on the daily
Bitch quit playing
Do the gang
He a lame he can’t hang
You just practice for my aim
BANG
(Repeat Hook)
Tipping on 44s
She stripping like a hoe
Nasty bitch
She eating dick
Like damn bitch hold on
Whiplash
This Witchcraft
666 shit bag
Red tips behead shit
Fuck friends I’m friendless
It’s me...
Choppa got a body kit
Body shit
Catch a body bitch
I body shit...
Out my body off this Molly bitch
Ima lick a shot yea
Lick a shot yea
Damn who shot ya
Now ya shot up
You gon need a doctor
Roll up ya cousin
Smoke him like a rasta
BITCH
I can't vibe with a lame hoe
That ain't a K that's a Draco
Turn ya homeboy to an angel
Clip gone curve at an angle
How much you think that stain foe
Need that bag, you niggas mad
Noose gone make them hang slow
...
Off top RIP BANGO
I can't vibe with a thot bitch
That ain't a K that's a Draco
Throw that nigga body in the garbage
Clip gone curve like a rainbow
Rolex wrist do not tick
Need that bag, you niggas mad
Cause you will never stop this
Word around town you pop shit
Talk shit
You talking nonsense
Caution I might just off him
If he flossin
Clicc Clacc Coffin
Flipping dope like a Pink Dolphin
They in awe because I’m awesome
Stone Cold like Steve Austin
I’m a boss
Get out my office
I ain’t playing
Eyes look Asian
Do you get my persuasion?
True Blue I’m back to banging
Heard you saying I’m amazing
Bitch I hear that on the daily
Bitch quit playing
Do the gang
He a lame he can’t hang
You just practice for my aim
BANG
(Repeat Hook)
Tipping on 44s
She stripping like a hoe
Nasty bitch
She eating dick
Like damn bitch hold on
Whiplash
This Witchcraft
666 shit bag
Red tips behead shit
Fuck friends I’m friendless
It’s me...
Choppa got a body kit
Body shit
Catch a body bitch
I body shit...
Out my body off this Molly bitch
Ima lick a shot yea
Lick a shot yea
Damn who shot ya
Now ya shot up
You gon need a doctor
Roll up ya cousin
Smoke him like a rasta
BITCH