Bryson Tiller — Lucky Me

[Chorus] Yeah, lucky me I ended up with a clique that's sucka free I ended up with a bitch that fuck wit' me She'll cut a nigga off quick, suddenly This is not luck, motha'fucka, please Built it from the ground up, right from underneath Bitches come around always tryna smother me Niggas never tell the whole story, just a summary [Verse 1] Just a-just a-just a summar-just a motherfuckin' summary Why can't niggas keep it one-hun' with me, never front on me? Never front on me It's the same ol' song, mad 'cause you ain't on one wit' me Don't pay that nigga one release Little thick when I met her rubberina, uh Thumbin' through her check, nickname her Thumbalina She just tryna dodge all these motha'fuckin' frauds Beat that pussy out the frame, so much we got a collage Why you fuck wit' him, shawty? You is so lost Nigga showin' off nudes like Yugioh cards Me? I'm in this bitch tryna be a studio God I'm remainin' soft and I been through a whole lot, ay Fuck the fame, I'm gettin' rich Now a nigga gettin' popular like I could give a shit No more Papa John's, twelve hour shifts, I'm clockin' in You could start supportin' me, nigga, but ain't no stoppin' him It's young Tiller [Chorus] Yeah, lucky me (Lucky me) I ended up with a clique that's sucka free (Sucka free) I ended up with a bitch that fuck wit' me (Fuck wit' me) She'll cut a nigga off quick, suddenly (Suddenly) This is not luck, motha'fucka, please (Please) Built it from the ground up, right from underneath (Underneath) Bitches come around always tryna smother me Niggas never tell the whole story, just a summary [Verse 2] I heard my name in the city gettin' downplayed Niggas won't give me the credit, nigga, I won't even sweat 'em Niggas got goals, niggas tryna be David Beckham Niggas got souls, niggas never ever gon' sell 'em But I cannot speak for y'all Shit, I hardly ever speak at all, that's why your bitch is curious She say I'm mysterious Even had to ask Siri if you niggas was serious Boy, I been a lyricist Nigga, is you hearin' this? I got-I got-I got patience, yeah, I waited for my turn Got some real ones at my table, now the tables finna turn I could do it by my lonely, why are they gettin' concerned? I don't need too many homies, keep it one-on-one like Zoey Niggas know me Focus on the music solely, I be ready I'm on Ocean Drive feeling like bad Tommy Vercetti Pull in that in furnace, T-coke, give it to Kermit 'Cause that ain't none of my business Can't keep up, get off the circuit, nigga Got it covered, resurfaced, nigga I mean, do I not deserve it? I got perseverance Hate a woman that's too worried about her appearance Just keep all your shit together Promise, baby, it's forever If you doubted me, you won't be forgiven The fuck don't you like about me? Boy, be specific Like my bitches yellow like Lisa Simpson My weed purple and my swisha fat like Peter Griffin [Chorus] Yeah, lucky me (Lucky me) I ended up with a clique that's sucka free (Sucka free) I ended up with a bitch that fuck wit' me (Fuck wit' me) She'll cut a nigga off quick, suddenly (Suddenly) This is not luck, motha'fucka, please (Please) Built it from the ground up, right from underneath (Underneath) Bitches come around always tryna smother me Niggas never tell the whole story, just a summary