Lucky You by King Crook Lyrics
Crook is on a lot of bullshit today
This is way passed you A
Double S dont double text me
If you can get the mic today
Nightmare on the loose guess who
Ain't really fucking wth you
I can double down up on a beat
And yeah fuck a feat cuz I don’t really need you
I don’t care what the fuck you do
Diss me 1 more time I’m through
You already on strike one and two
Every bars shooting right over you
Cuz its over ya head but I'm still laying the lead
Til the day that I'm dead kill you from my bed
Get a feature instead of doing what I said
Kill you from my room but Ima zoom instead
Luckily the people up under wanted me fuck is it gonna be gunning but stunting, be
Careful I'm 1 degree colder than sons of me Suddenly I'm become under the sun with beef
Cuz I'm warming up buring up heating up warning ya corner ya into your cornea
Im your eye with the lines but its over ya head so I wonder why I even try
I just wrote this shit tonight
Need a feat get jimbo slice
Smoke a cig I need a light
Smoke a rapper dead on sight
Im asshole rather be pissed off than pissed on
Im pissed of bout the song that I got dissed on
Couple bars bout me got me mother fucking lucked up
Give me ammo to spit a round and have you fucked up
You give this kid a mic then he acts they could rap
Couldn't warp up a rap if it was bubble wrap
Throw me back on the track I don't act on the facts
I just spaz ain't a throwback cuz I won't take you back
You wacker than the style that you bit off of bitch
Most savage thing you've prolly flip off a bitch
You're already shitty no need to shit on a bitch
You're a trans I'm bobbit chop a dick off a bitch
Ain't no love for the other side or for anyone that wants smoke
When I die I'll be going down as the king of rap no joke
You on the wrong block fucking no Glock how the fuck am I gonna croak
Cuz the day I die is the day your pride can come back but bitch you better
Hope
And pray for that I don't stay for a hundred years what I fucking spray for fame and to bang whores
Rather fucking hang whores hung like a dang horse fuck it I'm the main course fucking bitch you ain't fourth
You could say it ain't your fucking fault and bang your head of the wall bitch I do it for the dang sport
And I'm here its day 4 from the day I ate your beat another pitchfork stuck up in the gay whore
You dissed me twice
Now disasters caused
The slow part bitch
You can't spit the faster bars
You ain't in crhyme
Cuz that its where the masters are
Swipe at you like visa
But I'm just like a master card
This is way passed you A
Double S dont double text me
If you can get the mic today
Nightmare on the loose guess who
Ain't really fucking wth you
I can double down up on a beat
And yeah fuck a feat cuz I don’t really need you
I don’t care what the fuck you do
Diss me 1 more time I’m through
You already on strike one and two
Every bars shooting right over you
Cuz its over ya head but I'm still laying the lead
Til the day that I'm dead kill you from my bed
Get a feature instead of doing what I said
Kill you from my room but Ima zoom instead
Luckily the people up under wanted me fuck is it gonna be gunning but stunting, be
Careful I'm 1 degree colder than sons of me Suddenly I'm become under the sun with beef
Cuz I'm warming up buring up heating up warning ya corner ya into your cornea
Im your eye with the lines but its over ya head so I wonder why I even try
I just wrote this shit tonight
Need a feat get jimbo slice
Smoke a cig I need a light
Smoke a rapper dead on sight
Im asshole rather be pissed off than pissed on
Im pissed of bout the song that I got dissed on
Couple bars bout me got me mother fucking lucked up
Give me ammo to spit a round and have you fucked up
You give this kid a mic then he acts they could rap
Couldn't warp up a rap if it was bubble wrap
Throw me back on the track I don't act on the facts
I just spaz ain't a throwback cuz I won't take you back
You wacker than the style that you bit off of bitch
Most savage thing you've prolly flip off a bitch
You're already shitty no need to shit on a bitch
You're a trans I'm bobbit chop a dick off a bitch
Ain't no love for the other side or for anyone that wants smoke
When I die I'll be going down as the king of rap no joke
You on the wrong block fucking no Glock how the fuck am I gonna croak
Cuz the day I die is the day your pride can come back but bitch you better
Hope
And pray for that I don't stay for a hundred years what I fucking spray for fame and to bang whores
Rather fucking hang whores hung like a dang horse fuck it I'm the main course fucking bitch you ain't fourth
You could say it ain't your fucking fault and bang your head of the wall bitch I do it for the dang sport
And I'm here its day 4 from the day I ate your beat another pitchfork stuck up in the gay whore
You dissed me twice
Now disasters caused
The slow part bitch
You can't spit the faster bars
You ain't in crhyme
Cuz that its where the masters are
Swipe at you like visa
But I'm just like a master card