Lyrics CRAIG SHIT - Lucky da P

Nephew said he's tryna get his bread big
I slapped him with a brick, I'm on some Craig shit (shit)
On the highway, not with a red bitch (yeah)
I quit selling dope 'cause I ain't tryna do no fair bet (you don't know)

You can get some side old bull up on the dead end (sure)
I'm alive, but my pockets filled up with dead men (facts)
If a nigga try to rob me, he a dead man (facts)
In Jersey, get money like I'm red man (facts)

Louis V ain't got the skateboard shoes (skates)
She left her man 'cause I make more money than I do (jeez)
And this bitch DM when he seen me, he had an attitude (bad)
Nigga acted like my sweatshirt, he was rude (facts)

Smack her on the ass from the back, and I was bruised
Clicking all these lean back-to-back of grew boobs (sippin')
Fuck 12, tell him crack his free boo (damn)
Started with some shots of 42, now she knew (for sure)

Nephew said he tryna get his bread big
I slapped him with a brick, I'm on some Craig shit (shit)
On the highway, not with a red bitch (yeah)
I quit selling dope 'cause I ain't tryna do no fair bet (you don't know)

You can get some side o pull up on the dead end (sure)
I'm alive, but I'm a pockets filled up with dead men (facts)
If a nigga try to rob me, he a dead man (facts)
In Jersey, getting money like I'm red man (facts)