Out Of Luck versuri

Out Of Luck lyrics by KBo2

Intro:
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hook:
Got the big bucks, man you know that I’m tipping
That’s superstition
Picking a fight, well, you’ll be in affliction
Drinking straight vodka, don’t need no mix-in
That’s my depiction
She want the time, so she’ll be on my clock
No L’s in this bitch, never lose against an opp
She a heavy drinker got her bottoms up
I’m afraid that you’ve ran out of luck

Verse:
And I parry his attacks like a sore knight
He saw night, and if you think he’s dead, well then you’re right
Dripped out hard, monochrome
Way I’m in black and white
Ain’t much room for you here, I’m a fun guy
Roll up with a bowtie
Shawtie got thighs that can save lives
Say bye when I come by
Haha, that’s bye bye
Made a few kids, go to ToysRUs
All my friends sick, cause these boys are us
Spitting like a snake, cause I’m venomous
Going against me? Hm, takes guts
She plain, call that boeing
Need a bigger boat for my cash, start rowing
Get off my lawn or you mowing
On this flow, man I’m floating
Man the cash, it keep flowing
Knock knock, who’s there? Yeah, it’s KB
Baby, she gon’ fuck on me, and she pay me
Maybe, she just want some fun, that’s how they be
Phone be slim, call me shady, yeah
And I got the spoon on the album cover
She gon’ fuck, and man I’m gonna love her
Man’s stuttering, I think man’s gon buffer
Got your girl, and she want my touch, agh
Tell the bitch to sit on my face
No, I don’t lift but I still got the weights
If you think you’re cool, you’re just a disgrace, ha
Put that man in his place, like nah
In the future, man I’m going somewhere
Not literally, I’mma stay right here
At the top, cause you know I don’t stop
Skewer you like a shish kebab
That’s a loss
Shoot a man in the forehead
Fuck your girl I’m on your bed
Pussy sour like a warhead
If you interrupt, then you’re dead
She be tasting like McDonald’s sprite
It be so divine, I could go all night
That bitch so refreshing and it feels so right, yeah
(Huh?)

Hook:
Got the big bucks, man you know that I’m tipping
That’s superstition
Picking a fight, well, you’ll be in affliction
Drinking straight vodka, don’t need no mix-in
That’s my depiction
She want the time, so she’ll be on my clock
No L’s in this bitch, never lose against an opp
She a heavy drinker got her bottoms up
I’m afraid that you’ve ran out of luck