Rookie 2 barbie Lyrics – LUCKI

Read the full Rookie 2 barbie lyrics by LUCKI from the album Dr*gs R Bad along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Part I]

[Intro]
(AI Geno on the track)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh

[Chorus]
She ain’t got nothing to say, she text me ’bout a— ayy, ayy
She ain’t got nothing to say, she text me ’bout a bands, gang
I’ma be honest, ho, I’d rather you just request an amount
I’m Luciano, think the feds run my fan page
Uh, uh, uh, ayy, uh, uh, ah

Uh, uh
(??), but you could make it about me
I ain’t buy you those, you just told on yourself
I showed you the hustle, you made something out of it

[Verse]
You look good, I mean, ayy
Ayy, you worried ’bout me like I’m on the road by myself
I’m putting in with the mob, it’s like Bieber in the field
Hold up, I might got action, it’s a Brabus or it’s Brabus
I don’t give a fu*k if they taxing, that’s the cost of bеing a captain
If the cup this dark, I’m bragging
I’m the drank man, tell mе “Tag ’em”
Sheesh, s*it getting that big man
City girls are M.I.A , she (??)
She hate when I say Skyami and hate when I bring up Broward
It’s palm trees in her trenches
She used to it, so it’s average

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh (Sheesh, well, excuse me, man)
She ain’t got nothing to say, she text me ’bout a— ayy, ayy
She ain’t got nothing to say, she text me ’bout a bands, gang
I’ma be honest, ho, I’d rather you just request an amount
I’m Luciano, think the feds run my fan page

Uh, uh, uh, ayy, uh, uh, oh
Uh, uh
(??), but you could make it about me
I ain’t buy you those, you just told on yourself
I showed you the hustle, you made something out of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
I showed you the hustle, you made something out of it

[Part II]

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy (Icey, I’m so sick of you)
What happened in Vegas? Rookie to barbie
I slept at the Ari, I wanted my ho even though I’m here (Ya dig)
They’ll probably go in debt, but just wanna sip (You will)
That carbon like a percussion on my hip (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Invested in Vegas, I’m freer than Mari, from rookie to barbie
You probably get off that but just wan’ sip (I told you)
Better up, better up, she a home-running ho, she gon’ hit you where it hurt (She gon’ do it when it count)
Better up, better up, she a home’running ho, she gon’ hit you where it hurt ((??) straight doubt)
Ain’t a thought with you, ain’t a thought with you

[Verse]
(??) thought ’bout it too
Take it from the penthouse, we forgot ’bout the view
Why is everything ’bout a dollar with you?
Why is everything?

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, what happened in Vegas? Rookie to barbie
I slept at the Ari, I wanted my ho even though I’m here (Ya dig)
They’ll probably go in debt, but just wanna sip (You will)
That carbon like a percussion on my hip (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Invested in Vegas, I’m freer than Mari, from rookie to barbie
You probably get off that but just wan’ sip (I told you)
Better up, better up, she a home-running ho, she gon’ hit you where it hurt (She gon’ do it when it count)
Better up, better up, she a home’running ho, she gon’ hit you where it hurt ((??) straight doubt)
Ain’t a thought with you, ain’t a thought with you