Greed

[Intro: Lucki] I hear you're looking for Candyman, bitch Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy All that greed, you should kill yourself All that greed, you should, uh, ayy [Chorus: Lucki] All that greed, you should kill yourself Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself Another high-speed and she still ain't ate Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face Big broke heart in the VIP Drive so fast, we don't need IDs Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake Another high-speed and she still ain't ate [Post-Chorus: Lucki] All that greed, you gon' fit right in Took a lil' break, now I'm back, pop a ten Super charged Tune, they gon' hear it's me Burn this bitch down like literally [Verse: Lil Yachty & Lucki] Put a bad bitch in a DDT Fifty K earring, nothing cheap Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome Sitting back feeling like a P-I-M-P Remember when niggas'd just give me hell Rockin' big clothes like it's twenty-oh-three Pull up, six-fifty, not G six-three Have a cookout, everybody get smoke Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine Nigga think he fly? We gon' give that boy a set of wings Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that's the regiment My jeweler just made a light like he Edison Pussy grip tight on the finger like a wedding band Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Lucki] All that greed, you should kill yourself Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself Another high-speed and she still ain't ate Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face Big broke heart in the VIP Drive so fast, we don't need IDs Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake Another high-speed and she still ain't ate