"Bad Luck" lyrics

I just wanna say, "Hi" back to bitches, I′m talkin'
Drown out pieces when I give a nigga clothesline
And my shit on gridlock, all my bitches tip-top
She didn′t wanna fuck with me until she saw my shit pop
Nigga, I pop shit
Nigga, I got bad luck
And keep that MAC tucked
Nigga, I got bad luck

I've been on my business, hopin' I could kill it
I don′t fuck nigga
And I feel like I died when these labels fuckin′ get me
Gave your bitch a hickey back in the existence
I don't have no regrets for the shit I did
Ask your favorite rapper how much the label spent
Five million for him to ask a nigga, and that was it
Now he a broke-ass lame nigga with his pennies spent
I would laugh, this shit ain′t cool
When these niggas ain't havin′ issues

It's only last year I met my brother Christian
And my old friends turned to opps, I gotta keep a pistol
I met some crazy niggas, need some fuckin′ tissues
Baby, hope you read this, 'cause I know you need this
Baby, you wanna talk about it, nigga, I don't speak this
I know some troops that′ll go ahead and go get a nigga
I hope you′re ready to die behind your damn Twitter, nigga

I just wanna say, "Hi" back to bitches, I′m talkin'
Drown out pieces when I give a nigga clothesline
And my shit on gridlock, all my bitches tip-top
She didn′t wanna fuck with me until she saw my shit pop
Nigga, I pop shit
Nigga, I got bad luck
And keep that MAC tucked
Nigga, I got bad luck