good luck! - Intellectual

[Intro]

Good luck!

[Verse 1: JRjoos]

Damn Lil Joos about to blow up

I feel like Oppenheimer

Picked the pocket of a drainer, he was bumping Spider

Stacking paper, my bands grown up like Rob Schneider

Exhausted all my Dr. Bob like damn I need a new supplier

They got no brains at all

I’m schooling ‘em like Master Splinter

Swiped the winning numbers

Won it all, I’m talking chicken dinner

I’m with the gang, they talk a lot

They purring, bitch I’m with the litter

Posted with the army

Pull up with a bunch of random critters

Who the fuck just let that boy up in the kitchen

He ain’t cooking shit

Linked up with a bandit

When I scammed his ass, he went legit

Killing shit ‘hundred miles below the windy city

Get the dub with the kitties then I hit the griddy

Switch the VPN, hit that boy, he live in Boston

Talking ‘bout “he swear to god”

I scammed him, now that boy agnostic

Fuck a task, bitch I’m living life like the impostor

If I’m crewmate, that’s a folly

Know I’ll switch up on ‘em

[Verse 2: sharkbarksss]

Feel like Ashton Hall, I need myself some Saratoga

How the fuck you gon’ hate on me when I look like John Travolta

Do no bring your bro around me, he move like The Fartenheimer

Why the fuck you wanna fight with me when I look like John Travolta, bruh

Okay, okay

Why the fuck I found some toenails inside of my Chipotle order?

My friends nicknamed me Bucky cause I'm armed and dangerous

They're feeding us

I'm gonna bust

I'm Dreamybull

Wait, no, fuck

Disregard that last bar

Why do they call it a restroom when I'm fighting for my life in here?

I was gonna go on my daily drive but somehow, I managed to forget the beer

Man, sometimes I just be speaking way too fast, so I feel like an auctioneer

I just don't get your issue with me

Cause I still look like John Travolta (Who the fuck is that?)

I made a three-step plan to filling your bank up

I won't lie I just lied for the love of the game

My bank is empty cause I keep on buying furry art

Fuck you, these last few bars don't rhyme and it's not my problem

[Bridge: JRjoos]

H-H-Hey guys

"Hey"

"Hi, what’s up?"

How you doing?

"Oh, we’re alright"

Oh, that’s good

How’s your luck been?

(Good luck!)

Wow, I’m so proud of you

[Chorus: JRjoos]

One frame to the name, bitch good luck!

I’m insane, if I’m going down, I’m loaded up

Paper what we made, on the brain, run it up

Whole team rolling out, we screaming, “What the pup?”

One frame to the name, bitch good luck!

I’m insane, if I’m going down, I’m loaded up

Paper what we made, on the brain, run it up

Whole team rolling out, we screaming, “What the pup?”

[Verse 3: JRjoos]

Bitch I’m back rapping

They ain’t ready for the part two

Cooking with my cats

But I’m a dog like Mr. Scooby Doo

They ain’t solve the case

They on the ground, they tryna look for clues

Not a trace, they ain’t Steve or Joe, not even Blue

Seven steps ahead, never messing with my intellect

Open FL Studio and post it on the internet

Hella lame, talking shit up on the internet

Edward G., end up rotting on the riverbed

Join the army, bitch we watch your ass like Uncle Samuel

Sent his ass into a new dimension like he Grunkle Stanford

I’m touching grass, not to mention I’m a happy camper

Go to war with a kitty and a cocker spaniel

[Refrain: JRjoos]

One frame to the name, bitch good luck!

One frame to the name, to the name, to the-

[Verse 4: JRjoos]

Hit a lick on Phil Coady and I pulled off in his Cybertruck

Went a little off road-y and then I got my tires stuck (Fuck!)

If it’s Musk vs. Marky, you know I’m taking Zuck

DOGE cut like all my funding, now I’m screaming, “What the fuck?”

There’s only one billion SSNs, I bet I could guess yours

You move in a specific way like tiles on a chessboard

She liking my specific plays, I megged her right before I scored

The keeper was playing Angry Birds

I kicked a goal, I’m on the board

I’m getting sick of you

Bitch, I lived through COVID twice

I’m up with two homies cracking jokes

Crack open a Corona thrice

You on week two of your biweekly paycheck eating a bowl of ice

You know I’m just a lucky guy

Don’t ask me ‘bout my loaded dice

[Verse 5: JRjoos]

Six cars, six stars, hella cops on me

Big mobs pulling up in helicops on me

Tony Chop, that’s my doc

Got me right, godspeed

I'ma ball, sonned ‘em all

Call ‘em Bryce and Bronny

Fade you, Nolan Grayson, like I’m Omni

Paid up, been adjacent to the money

In my nature to breach containment

Look I think there’s no debate, man, no Jason

That I’m lucky

[Verse 6: sharkbarksss & JRjoos]

Playing D2, bitch I'm in Hellas Basin

My bitch is yandere, fuck I woke up in this basement

I can't believe I just got some jaundice from Jason (Who the hell is that?)

It's probably from all this bussy I'm chasing

[Post-Hook: JRjoos]

She got pink cat ears on her headphones

[Chorus: JRjoos]

One frame to the name, bitch good luck!

I’m insane, if I’m going down, I’m loaded up

Paper what we made, on the brain, run it up

Whole team rolling out, we screaming, “What the pup?”

[Refrain: JRjoos]

O-O-One frame to the name, bitch good luck!

O-O-One f-, good luck!

Good luck, bitch, good luck, good luck!

[Outro: JRjoos]

One frame to the name, bitch good luck!

Bitch, good luck!

Good luck!