Mirskii - If You Lucky Lyrics

You can get with me girl if you lucky, bad bitches like niggas with money
Why you laughing? It ain't nothing funny put him up in the sky where it's sunny
Nah, he ain't like that for real he ain't even caught him a kill
I'm tryna be up in the hills I'm dunking on shit, call me O'Neal

Lil' baby, this real life, not a fairy tale no, he ain't turned for real
He postin' on IG, it ain't een his hopin' hoes'll let him kill
Baby, don't you kiss and tell keep your mouth closed, that was part of the deal
I'm tryna run it up, get me a mil' lil mama real bad, she walkin' in heels

Tryna give up the love, but I like how it feel they say, you goin' in, they tell me to chill
Tellin' mama I'm big, she still think I'm lil
We still up in the sco and they still at nil
Aw I'm walking' in Saks I don't know what I want
I came in with dog, I buy the hoe some
She think I'm a dog, but I'm wholesome
Bronny and Bron these niggas my sons

Yeah Yeah
We hoppin' out of the cut If she lookin' good, she comin' with us
I don't love you, you know this shit lust
Wanna stay, but she keep tryna fuss
Big body, feel like a truck
I tell lil shawty, back it up



I don't pop it, they don't think I got it I'm beatin' it up like karate
Put my niggas on, I feel Iike gotti
Right hook, left hook, like Ali
Tryna see if this cat hit the top speed
Niggas ain't really knowin' I'm top ski
Niggas ain't really knowin' I'm, uh back to back, we runnin' laps
Tell my business, you know it's a wrap NFL, I catch me a sack

Make him run, that's a four-flat we givin' out toe-tags
Keep it P, you supposed to know that
Brodie tweakin', he startin' to lag
He a joke, we look at him and laugh
You can get with me, girl, if you lucky
Bad bitches like niggas with money
Why you laughin'? It ain't nothin' funny

Put him up in the sky where it's sunny
Nah, he ain't like that for real
He ain't even caught him a killed
I'm tryna be up in the hills
I'm dunkin' on shit, call me O'Neal
You say that's your ho, but she ain't
She a demon, wanna be a saint uhh smokin' on loud shit stank

This shit potent this shit dank
Touch on my chain, probably gon' sink
Hit that nigga up, we made that boy sang
He got lucky it's only a graze
If it wasn't would've been the end of his days