Biografía:
Gary Maurice Lucas Jr. (born August 17, 1988) is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, record producer, poet, and actor from Worcester, Massachusetts.
Lucas received widespread exposure and critical acclaim after the release of his single "Ross Capicchioni" in 2015. In June 2017, he released his fourth mixtape, 508-507-2209, which was his first on a major label. On November 28, 2017, Lucas released his single "I'm Not Racist", which quickly went viral, gaining him further attention and praise.
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For beginners put a capo on 3rd fret and that makes it Am
[Verse 1]
Cm
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Cm
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Cm
Bitch, better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
Cm
You know I'm 'bout to take you
Cm
From your man though (celebrate)
Cm
Pop up with the chopper at artificial
Cm
Niggas actin' like bitches
Cm
It done started up a epidemic
Cm
It don't make a difference,
Cm
Nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Cm
Hundred million platinum, fuck it,
Cm
You ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
Cm
You better step down to me
Cm
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Cm
Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
Cm
I'm dope, bitch comin' like
Cm
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
Cm
I don't like when I lose (I don't)
Cm
If I don't buy her them shoes,
Cm
I don't like those (regulate)
Cm
Do anything that I want to
Cm
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Verse 2]
Cm
While I'm drivin',
Cm
I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
Cm
We jump inside of the Buick,
Cm
You duck and hide from the Rugers
Cm
A couple choppers,
Cm
Acoustic in the guitar with the music
Cm
Guess I'm alive and I use it,
Cm
Get stuck inside of the cubics
Cm
I never lie, but the truth is
Cm
I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
Cm
And all my life want the food
Cm
When it's supper time in the juice
Cm
But I'd rather die than to lose,
Cm
It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
Cm
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Cm
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Cm
Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Cm
Pretty, with a face full of scars
Cm
All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
Cm
They ain't never wanna (celebrate)
Cm
Like you have a label
Cm
Call the doctor,
Cm
Heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
Cm
All you niggas sweet as candy,
Cm
Chocolate chip and Now and Later
Cm
Jolly Rancher, stick to
Cm
Bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Cm
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the corner
Cm
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Cm
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Cm
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Cm
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
Cm
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
Cm
Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Cm
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
Cm
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Cm
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
Cm
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Cm
Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Cm
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
Cm
You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Cm
Hard to make 'em happy,
Cm
All these bitches stay mad at me
Cm
I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Cm
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Verse 3]
Cm
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
Cm
What you utter? Stop stutterin',
Cm
What you spend? Let me double it
Cm
Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
Cm
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
Cm
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
Cm
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause she bad as fuck
Cm
And all gorillas don't want
Cm
Bananas 'less your chain is tucked
Cm
You wiggity-wack with the strap,
Cm
You cross Chris, make you jump
Cm
I criss-cross with the pump,
Cm
Ain't no bricks in the trunk
Cm
Leave that shit for the chumps,
Cm
I still get what I want
Cm
Don't wanna believe in my mind,
Cm
But you believe in my dump
Cm
I'm takin' a knee for my side,
Cm
Could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Cm
Nigga look at my eyes,
Cm
You 'bout to give me my bonus
Cm
And every motherfuckin' record,
Cm
That's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
Cm
And every motherfuckin'
Cm
Snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
Cm
You paid your way for this fade
Cm
And can't even afford it
Cm
Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
Cm
And all these bad bitches
Cm
Can't keep their feet down (elevate)
Cm
You don't really wanna see Brown
Cm
Need to stop all that shit,
Cm
Talkin' put the seat down
Cm
Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
Cm
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Cm
Time is money,
Cm
Need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Cm
Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
Cm
I'ma drill these niggas,
Cm
I should grill these niggas
Cm
Take flex, Fresh Prince,
Cm
Uncle Phil these niggas
Cm
Oh shit, I'm the shit,
Cm
You could smell me, nigga
Cm
Break ribs, yeah,
Cm
You don't want no real beef, nigga
Cm
I say As-salamu ?alaykum
Cm
When I tear apart some bacon
Cm
Hoe, you actin' like a pig,
Cm
You fuckin' filthy, nigga
Cm
Now the police tryna
Cm
Lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"
Cm
I said, "da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga"
[Verse 4]
Cm
They must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Cm
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Cm
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
Cm
You better be sure, better be sure
Cm
I'm the realest nigga that I know
Cm
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
Cm
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
Cm
And neighbors knockin' on my door,
Cm
What the fuck you want?
Cm
Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze)
Cm
Listen, nigga, mind your business,
Cm
I'm so sick of niggas
Cm
Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
Cm
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over
Cm
Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
Cm
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Cm
Ain't never had the shit in my size
Cm
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
Cm
And your bitch keep hittin' my line
Cm
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Cm
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Cm
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
Cm
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
Cm
And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
Cm
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
Cm
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie,
Cm
Make a movie if you're actin'
Cm
So (celebrate)
[Verse 1]
Cm
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Cm
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Cm
Bitch, better believe that I'm a sniper (yeah)
Cm
You know I'm 'bout to take you
Cm
From your man though (celebrate)
Cm
Pop up with the chopper at artificial
Cm
Niggas actin' like bitches
Cm
It done started up a epidemic
Cm
It don't make a difference,
Cm
Nigga we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Cm
Hundred million platinum, fuck it,
Cm
You ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
Cm
You better step down to me
Cm
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Cm
Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
Cm
I'm dope, bitch comin' like
Cm
Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
Cm
I don't like when I lose (I don't)
Cm
If I don't buy her them shoes,
Cm
I don't like those (regulate)
Cm
Do anything that I want to
Cm
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Verse 2]
Cm
While I'm drivin',
Cm
I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
Cm
We jump inside of the Buick,
Cm
You duck and hide from the Rugers
Cm
A couple choppers,
Cm
Acoustic in the guitar with the music
Cm
Guess I'm alive and I use it,
Cm
Get stuck inside of the cubics
Cm
I never lie, but the truth is
Cm
I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
Cm
And all my life want the food
Cm
When it's supper time in the juice
Cm
But I'd rather die than to lose,
Cm
It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
Cm
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Cm
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Cm
Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Cm
Pretty, with a face full of scars
Cm
All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
Cm
They ain't never wanna (celebrate)
Cm
Like you have a label
Cm
Call the doctor,
Cm
Heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena
Cm
All you niggas sweet as candy,
Cm
Chocolate chip and Now and Later
Cm
Jolly Rancher, stick to
Cm
Bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Cm
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate) on the corner
Cm
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Cm
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Cm
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Cm
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
Cm
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
Cm
Bitch I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Cm
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
Cm
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Cm
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
Cm
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Cm
Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Cm
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
Cm
You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Cm
Hard to make 'em happy,
Cm
All these bitches stay mad at me
Cm
I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Cm
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Verse 3]
Cm
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
Cm
What you utter? Stop stutterin',
Cm
What you spend? Let me double it
Cm
Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
Cm
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble then
Cm
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
Cm
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas, 'cause she bad as fuck
Cm
And all gorillas don't want
Cm
Bananas 'less your chain is tucked
Cm
You wiggity-wack with the strap,
Cm
You cross Chris, make you jump
Cm
I criss-cross with the pump,
Cm
Ain't no bricks in the trunk
Cm
Leave that shit for the chumps,
Cm
I still get what I want
Cm
Don't wanna believe in my mind,
Cm
But you believe in my dump
Cm
I'm takin' a knee for my side,
Cm
Could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Cm
Nigga look at my eyes,
Cm
You 'bout to give me my bonus
Cm
And every motherfuckin' record,
Cm
That's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
Cm
And every motherfuckin'
Cm
Snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
Cm
You paid your way for this fade
Cm
And can't even afford it
Cm
Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
Cm
And all these bad bitches
Cm
Can't keep their feet down (elevate)
Cm
You don't really wanna see Brown
Cm
Need to stop all that shit,
Cm
Talkin' put the seat down
Cm
Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
Cm
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Cm
Time is money,
Cm
Need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Cm
Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
Cm
I'ma drill these niggas,
Cm
I should grill these niggas
Cm
Take flex, Fresh Prince,
Cm
Uncle Phil these niggas
Cm
Oh shit, I'm the shit,
Cm
You could smell me, nigga
Cm
Break ribs, yeah,
Cm
You don't want no real beef, nigga
Cm
I say As-salamu ?alaykum
Cm
When I tear apart some bacon
Cm
Hoe, you actin' like a pig,
Cm
You fuckin' filthy, nigga
Cm
Now the police tryna
Cm
Lock me in the prison, said, "I'm guilty"
Cm
I said, "da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga"
[Verse 4]
Cm
They must have forgot that I'm psycho (jheeze)
Cm
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Cm
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
Cm
You better be sure, better be sure
Cm
I'm the realest nigga that I know
Cm
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
Cm
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
Cm
And neighbors knockin' on my door,
Cm
What the fuck you want?
Cm
Bitch, I'm alright (jheeze)
Cm
Listen, nigga, mind your business,
Cm
I'm so sick of niggas
Cm
Tellin' me how I been livin' my life (Joyner)
Cm
Sick of bumpin' shoulders now I'm runnin' over
Cm
Every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
Cm
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Cm
Ain't never had the shit in my size
Cm
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin'
Cm
And your bitch keep hittin' my line
Cm
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Cm
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Cm
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
Cm
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
Cm
And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
Cm
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
Cm
But I keep a Uzi, it's a doozie,
Cm
Make a movie if you're actin'
Cm
So (celebrate)
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