PREHOES 02 - Test Ya Luck Ft. Koopsta Knicca LYRICS
Test Ya Luck by Twenty Elbridge ft. Koopsta Knicca (Rest In Peace)
Opening by Twenty Elbridge
“Ey! Ey who that? Who that nikka right there?!
That nikka that owe you that grip mane!?
Ey! Ey that, that muhfucka right there owe you that grip bro!
Get that muhfucka run bitch! ..Run!” -Twenty Elbridge
Verse 1 by Twenty Elbridge:
Never been tempted to get up and stroll the streets of the north,
Actin like you be so thug but my nigg you gonna get yours,
You see me posted trying to sell me some of the dacure tapes only to
Try to jack me nor check me you hoes be lonely so phony,
Cuzz you got something on yo chest they call it “Anna” my nigg,
They call me fake dont believe in my grind and so clean I rig,
My only hold on to my own even away from my home,
No thing that twenty cant take away from you jealous lil hoes,
You hear me buckin buck, buck-buck and I never done given a muthafuck,
Like I said on dacure and now never you test ya luck,
And rollin on logan square and no avondale in my veins,
Since a lil shorty a fourty ounce sippin throwin them thangs,
And throwin bows on them ‘posed to be homies in the hood too,
Aint never had a damn homie and if I did im a foo’,
And now they hear that im fuckin with triple six nikkaz so straight,
From chi to memphis bound and clowning on you bustas who hate, ya hoe bitch!
Hook:
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it,
Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Caught them trisix slippin buck them busta bitches dead”
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it,
Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Caught them trisix slippin buck them busta bitches dead”
Verse 2 by Koopsta Knicca:
Bitch koopsta knicca did and did that,
5’11” stuck a nikka favorite color pitch black,
Trick, yeen’ seen that satanic demon gone I thought cho ass
Got away, hawkin like da roadrunner- thorough bread hard head
Psychopathic pimpin, bipolar with the shyt
North memphis kill a nikka, fuck with me ill beatcho ass
Ddt that hoe and stomp that dick into the grass
Yeah hoe, some bitch
Hook:
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it,
Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Caught them trisix slippin buck them busta bitches dead”
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it,
Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Caught them trisix slippin buck them busta bitches dead”
Verse 3 by Twenty Elbridge:
I got some more of this, for you for you fuck ass little ducks and,
With some of that type to creep ill fuckin piss all on ya mugs and,
Cuzz I dont give a fuck if your fake or down as fuck,
Fuckin with twenty g-m-I-n-d muthafuckas getting stuck, empty clips,
Coming ’round and you mean mug like you’re the shyt out in the set,
Never been a friend or foe but to me you can place a bet,
That I take your feeling away by swinging that muthafuckin nine,
Aint no clique that you can call,
Wontchu stay yo ass in line hoe
Hook:
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it,
Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Caught them trisix slippin buck them busta bitches dead”
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it,
Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Caught them trisix slippin buck them busta bitches dead”
“Blood all on my leg I wipe that shyt up to my fuckin head,
Tell me if you want it I can get it I can split it roll it..”
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