Lucki – Greed (ft. Lil Yachty) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Lucki is here with Lil Yachty on the “Greed” track. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by Maajei Vu & Cardo.

Lucki Greed

Lucki is back with a new single, pushing the limits of length and seeing exactly how compact he can get with “Greed.” Despite featuring a guest appearance from Lil Yachty, the track still clocks in at under two minutes, though it certainly makes the most of its almost comically-short runtime. Fueled by a laid-back beat by Cardo, Lucki sets it off with a hazy first verse. “Big bro Card in the VIP, Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs,” he boasts. “Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake.”

Yachty slides in next, warning that he’ll “Put a bad bitch in the DDT,” a mental image that doesn’t leave the mind easily. “N**gas going through it, code green like a lima bean,” he continues. “UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine / Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine.”  While it’s unlikely this one will convert any skeptics into full-fledged fans, it’s still a solid listen for those already buying what Lucki and Yachty are selling.

Lucki – Greed (ft. Lil Yachty) (prod. Maajei Vu & Cardo)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lucki]
I hear you’re looking for Candyman, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
All that greed, you should, uh, ayy

[Chorus: Lucki]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I’ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can’t feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate

[Post-Chorus: Lucki]
All that greed, you gon’ fit right in
Took a lil’ break, now I’m back, pop a ten
Super charged Tune, they gon’ hear it’s me
Burn this bitch down like literally

[Verse: Lil Yachty & Lucki]
Put a bad bitch in the DDT
Fifty K earring, nothing cheap
Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome
Sitting back, feeling like a P-I-M-P
Remember when niggas’d just give me hell
Rockin’ big clothes, like it’s twenty-oh-three
Pull up, 650, not G 6-3
Have a cookout, everybody get smoke
Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean
UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine
Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine
Nigga think he fly? We gon’ give that boy a set of wings
Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that’s the regiment
My jeweler just made a light like he Edison
Pussy grip tight, on the finger like a wedding band
Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Lucki]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I’ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can’t feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate

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