[Intro: LUCKI & Bob Marley & The Wailers]

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(We don't need) No, we don't need (No more trouble) no more trouble

Yo, yo

[Verse 1: LUCKI]

I figure drug money securing me

Checking packs like security

Keep it closed, ring of purity

My protection plot

I pick their fate, the way juries be

Fade away, how fake jewelry be

They white thin, the way flurries be

My connect send right

Hush yo' fuss

I hit corners like I be drifting

Then I go make a mix for that bread, I'm selling Jiffy

My connect a bitch, I want more packs, he say he'll get me

He lucky I don't fuckin' rob him, but I'll just wait 'til he get me

Fuck it

Ain't no dealers outworking these type of Rocks

Act fine, then wrestle off that pack, I'm like The Rock

And then I go dish a bit to them cool kids, the Mikey Rocks

I'm counting cash until my fingers look weirder than Megan Fox's, um

Where the raw cut? Stashed in my dash, the locker

Passed within a dark cut, located a few blocks up

No getting locked up

Like companies, get my stock up

Then hit a few blocks up

It changed me, like kissing frogs, um

[Bridge: LUCKI & Bob Marley & The Wailers]

(We don't need) No, we don't need (No more trouble) no more trouble

Hahaha, oh shit

Ayo

[Verse 2: LUCKI]

I think the law tryna bump me

But I'm proactive to dummies

You need some black cats to get bad at LUCKI

They love me

The clucks, they fucking adore me

I get around like I'm touring

'Cause some places more controversial than Maury

Lordy

I think this money more precious than newborns

It's lovely, you find me mixed in that green like croutons

They ain't ask, so I won't tell 'em I'm servin', they fool on

They wouldn't know until I tell 'em I got it, I'm RuPaul

Ooh dawg, I ditched, I'm block-roaming

You the type to get your family in trouble, Nico & Roman

Know I'm moving cheap packs through the hood, you called me roamin'

You'll sit and watch a pack fill up, like you blood-doning

They tryna kill for white girl, I feel like Emmit, shit

No disrespect, it's just the only way they'd get it, ayy

Eerka-eerka, mix a lil' sum' in it

Shit, if Greg was here, he'd prolly say I'm so in it

[Outro: LUCKI & Bob Marley & The Wailers]

(We don't need) No, we don't need (No more trouble) no more trouble

Uh, and we got no more troubles, yeah, huh, uh, uh

'Cause we the kings of 48, so they like, eh-uh, uh, uh

Kings of 48, uh, uh

So we got no more troubles, yeah

Uh, uh, uh

Alternative Trap, alright, here we go