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Lucki - Gerskiway Lyrics



Lucki - Gerskiway Lyrics
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[ Featuring Rylo Rodriguez, Veeze ]

Top ski, top Ger, top four
You know what's goin' on (Icey, I'm so sick of you)

I was already sittin' in my car 'fore she set him up
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain't even keepin' count
Girl's so freaky, said her pussy get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job

I was drowning from that drank, I'm sweatin' through Celine
I was just mad at my lil' bitch, she did somethin' in a dream
She seen the Benz, she's in traffic, reminded her of me
I got too much money right now, they say I'm outta' reach
I'm in the black truck like the Pres', but I can't get impeached
It's some niggas that want me dead, but they ain't got the reach
I'on't respect nobody but the feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day, yeah

Freestyle pourin' 'til it's said, don't think no lean can fit in it, yeah
I'm over the pond, might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a .5 on every reach, ho act like shit ain't Caribbean
I'ma thank you twelve if you leave ya gun I'm clutchin' Rob Dillingham
Somethin' I never seen was the ho on Earth I ever wanna wife
Movin' like Edward pass my finger, I treat it like I'm Uncle Ice

Said he got Wock', but he wants a K, well to me that's priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin' 'em out of a line-up
Perc' kicked in I'm the chosen one, dance slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Kill y'all hoes, I'm grown as f*ck
Play once, I can make hole-in-ones
So many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, I feel like a bowling ball
Can't have smoke with no nigga, if it ain't no money, if it ain't no blood involved

Ayy, ayy, got to brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know what's up
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richest now, how the f*ck we fallin' off?"
Young nigga, I'm a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a bitch up, she say I'm the G.O.A.T., it don't even bother y'all
Nigga can't get a response, he'll get a bullet unless that Glock involved

Them lil' boys feed lies, stain on 'em, I pop out a fishbowl
A bitch want plain AP, her ear a three-pointer this shit like a field goal
It's obvious I got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes
That .220 in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil' remote
They pulled up tried to spin, gotta box 'em in like Bud Crawford
I'm tryna focus on real estate, I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' all the drug houses
These rap nigga get messy, I feel like a ho if I download club house
These rap nigga get messy I f*ck around and buy 'em a soccer ball

These rap nigga be worse than the hoes you spill they tea they love gossip
Hope you know you'll never be the main bitch I'm married to Aunt Jemima
My young niggas got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers
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Top ski, top Ger, top four
You know what's goin' on (Icey, I'm so sick of you)

I was already sittin' in my car 'fore she set him up
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain't even keepin' count
Girl's so freaky, said her pussy get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job

I was drowning from that drank, I'm sweatin' through Celine
I was just mad at my lil' bitch, she did somethin' in a dream
She seen the Benz, she's in traffic, reminded her of me
I got too much money right now, they say I'm outta' reach
I'm in the black truck like the Pres', but I can't get impeached
It's some niggas that want me dead, but they ain't got the reach
I'on't respect nobody but the feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day, yeah

Freestyle pourin' 'til it's said, don't think no lean can fit in it, yeah
I'm over the pond, might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a .5 on every reach, ho act like shit ain't Caribbean
I'ma thank you twelve if you leave ya gun I'm clutchin' Rob Dillingham
Somethin' I never seen was the ho on Earth I ever wanna wife
Movin' like Edward pass my finger, I treat it like I'm Uncle Ice

Said he got Wock', but he wants a K, well to me that's priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin' 'em out of a line-up
Perc' kicked in I'm the chosen one, dance slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Kill y'all hoes, I'm grown as f*ck
Play once, I can make hole-in-ones
So many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, I feel like a bowling ball
Can't have smoke with no nigga, if it ain't no money, if it ain't no blood involved

Ayy, ayy, got to brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know what's up
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richest now, how the f*ck we fallin' off?"
Young nigga, I'm a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a bitch up, she say I'm the G.O.A.T., it don't even bother y'all
Nigga can't get a response, he'll get a bullet unless that Glock involved

Them lil' boys feed lies, stain on 'em, I pop out a fishbowl
A bitch want plain AP, her ear a three-pointer this shit like a field goal
It's obvious I got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes
That .220 in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil' remote
They pulled up tried to spin, gotta box 'em in like Bud Crawford
I'm tryna focus on real estate, I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' all the drug houses
These rap nigga get messy, I feel like a ho if I download club house
These rap nigga get messy I f*ck around and buy 'em a soccer ball

These rap nigga be worse than the hoes you spill they tea they love gossip
Hope you know you'll never be the main bitch I'm married to Aunt Jemima
My young niggas got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers
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Writer: Karon Malcolm Vantrees, LC Camel Jr., Ryan Preston
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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Performed By: Lucki
Featuring: Rylo Rodriguez, Veeze
From Album: Gemini!
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Karon Malcolm Vantrees, LC Camel Jr., Ryan Preston
Year: 2024

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