Artist: Lil Tracy f/ Deezy, Lucki
Album:  Life of a Popstar (Mixtape)
Song:   %%%%
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Lucki]
I don't take time for a photo...

I don't take time for a photo
Niggas really beefing for promo
She's a red shirt, she's a no-go
You don't need me that's for sure hoe
Hi-tech bleed and a sunkist
Molly make a diva a fun bitch
Baby I'm a demon, a good kid
You don't need me that's for sure bitch
I'm in good spirit, what's up bro
Grew up but I'm still a take it, 197 cutthroat
I finesse you, fuck you homie pull up to the show bro
Once a fan, always one, no matter where the fucks go
Molly boy ask for shit, ask yo' mans bet he know me
Need lean, clean fiend, scoring fast I'm Ginobili
Four more, stomach pain, not ashamed, can't afford it
Nodding off, ask your hoe I don't know she adore it
Too live crew we get it going
Perky last me till the morning

[Lil Tracy]
Yah, yah, yah, yah, (Tracy) yeah
Ooh la-la she french inhale the smoke
Feliz Navidad I like to play in the snow, what
I don't wanna kick it, kick rocks, aye
Yeah she blowing up my jack bitch stop aye
I got a hood bitch and she love to hold the Glock aye
I got a emo bitch she love that Slipknot yeah, what
I'm not talking rock I got bands yeah
Ten toes down even when I'm off the xan yeah
Fuck that bitch so good she had to tell her man yeah
I'm the man ask that lil' bitch and her friend yah
Ain't no need for a friend I only got fam yeah
If my gun jam it's okay I know they spraying
All of these lil bitches is choosing
Freaky lil bitch give me top in the Uber
Buss on that bitch like a Ruger
Buss on that bitch like a Ruger yeah
I'm finna be in your city
Checkmate please king me
No trace sippin' henny
I might jump out of the Bentley