Worst Luck ft. Connot Lyrics

Ain't no way, I'm supposed to make it out

And there's no way, I could fake it now

How did me and you, end up making out?

Damn I went all in, and you're taking yeah

So I had that Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh

One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God

She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought

I've been running from my cursin', and it's not long till I'm caught

They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut

And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts

I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run

The thrill of this shit, you can call me crazy but I really think that this shits fun

Took IG flicks, just hopped out the crib

Remember them days, when I was stuck on my PlayStation

We gon' drive and roll

All grey like it is smoke

I've been, a lil too faded I've been, losing control

Huh, yeah thats okay, I'm an addict I cannot save

Too focused on getting payed, they focused on getting laid

I'd choose money over a bitch any second

Backstab motherfuckers wit' a weapon

Gotta' get low watch where I'm steppin'

It don't matter cause I

I have the Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh

One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God

She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought

I've been running from my cursin', and it's not long till I'm caught

They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut

And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts

I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run

The thrill of this shit, you can call me crazy but I really think that this shits fun

But you can't see me, hunnid grand label where the cash not free

Tinted ion wanna split the cash on me

And ima let her hit she in love with me

But my money gettin' bigger

Shawty shaking ass, made a bitch wanna figure

Man a bitch is pullin' up, put a finger onna trigger

Ima count another bill, man this shit getting bitter

Mofucka don't know me, spend forty k get my boy outta' juvie

And I gotta let her go and know I'm talking bout Ruby

And a bitch gon love cuz I ran her inside Louis (Ooh yea)

And she can't tell me what I gotta' do

Got my wrist styled, flex a dime or two

Got a bitch, ima let her take me to a place I belong

I have the Worst Luck, I'm a god no demi yuh

One call I'll put you in a hearse and, have you reaching out to God

She wants designer purses, shes the one that wants 'em bought

I've been running from my cursing, and it's not long till I'm caught

They like a band aid, try to keep down when I'm coming out the cut

And I've seen all the girls around me turn themselves into sluts

I've been getting chased by my past, you know I got to run

The thrill of this shit, you can call me crazy but I really think that this shits fun