Sex Mula / Pete Lyrics – LUCKI, Lil Yachty

Read the full Sex Mula / Pete lyrics by LUCKI and Lil Yachty from the album DaysB4Bad along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lucki’s music, you can also explore Capo 2x and NUPPY INTRO, two other songs by Lucki.

[Intro: Lil Yachty]

My brother Jim more scoop and pass, that’s it
I’m that Bel-Air n!gga
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
That n!gga get down, shoutout my twin, lil’ bro

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I done did s*it that n!ggas couldn’t ever fathom
Pouring purple atoms in club basements become a pattern (Brrt)
I used to plot on being that n!gga in a Saturn
Fu*king on a ho from Auburn, goth, thick and awesome (Right)

Spending six figures on my syrup, costing (Mm)
I don’t know where bro leaning now that we all rich
I got Chrome blankets like I’m richer
Behind us, sing like Bruce Prichard
Outfit suck, get the fu*k out the picture
New Birk’ I bought for my b!tch killed a lizard (Right)
All my hoes different, looking like dessert
N!gga wanna pop it, come outside and gеt this work
Keep a Plan B inside that pu*sy, I’ma squirt
N!gga wanna rap with the best, hе’ll get murked
I’ma say it again (Hm)
N!gga wanna rap with the best, he’ll get dealt with

Louis mink, wrap him ’round the waist of a fat b!tch
Lips plush, plump like a pillow on a five-star
Fifty b!tches on me like I stumbled in a lesbo’ bar
I got ten, eleven cars
I was younger when Lil Reese told me I would take it far, so I took it out to Mars
I’m Concrete’s finest, all of the b!tches wanna fu*k me, I’m honest
Honestly saying, pick a pocket, brought the K in, he wasn’t checking
Put my woody on a flight down and get to stepping
Treat me like I’m 2002 David Beckham
Geek up with your boy, I’ll put this X up your rectum
Looking in the mirror tryna study perfection
I don’t use my fist, pu*sy, I’ma use a weapon

I’m throwing gang signs up like I can’t speak
Can’t have her ’round the gang, she too quick to use her beak
My twin been in the cell a couple years, ain’t miss a beat

[Verse 2: LUCKI]
Ha, my life in the hills and it still ain’t for the weak
Fast ho was in the fast lane, I think I’m weak
Wonder if you sleep
Have nightmares of your honor and be falling for a ho
And try and tame her when she in heat
Balancing my vices, she said which one I’ma keep?
Ayy and this cup might cost a section
Just because she pretty, I’ll never bring her home
After this, we probably see and don’t speak
Just ’cause you on don’t mean you outta reach
A five in a Fanta, bloody red, look like it’s been used for pink
What’s good for you could be dangerous for me
I’m still glad we feel fine, just my people just not here no more, remind me
Heard it went bad when I flew out, it’s just timing
I think you the realest b!tch ever, I could be biased
You knowing if I’m lying, I respect that s*it for trying
I’m moving up like you’ve never seen, in my G6, only diet
Paying that cost, can’t pay for that, whatever I break, I’ll I pay for that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Paying that cost, can’t pay for that, whatever I break, I’ll I pay for that

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
This b!tch a lightweight, snack pack, bubble butt
Fantastic calves on my eater, she could double-dutch for days
I got five million plays, it’s a hundred million ways to make millions every day
S*it lit like sage, I stopped putting on (??)
My glasses cost too much to have a camera in it, that’s gay
N!gga, what’s the wave? What you on, what you weigh?
Pull up in a tank like I’m raised on a base
Call up the plug, I been acting like a Jake
Walking ’round this b!tch, like on my shoulder, it’s a Lays
Feel like Billy Mays, clean it up and serve it out
You’re pretty when you pout, I been tryna fix the drought
Brand-new Birkin, same color as sauerkraut
Fu*k your body, I’m in love with your mouth
S*it getting super snotty, I been sliming out, no doubt
I don’t care the amount, if I want you gone, you’re out
My b!tch so super c*nt, I love her super mouth
There’s plastic on my couch, she country, from the South
I never leave my house, this s*it player, this s*it right
Demon in the night got me fu*king up the fight
A million times you’re wrong don’t matter when you’re finally right
Busting through the pipe, trapping on the Skype

[Outro]
In the meantime, if Omar coming for any of us, he coming for me