Song Info
Genre
Charts
#126 today
Peak #55
#4 in subgenre
Peak #2
Author
Zaimick Milhouse
Rights
2025 by: Zaimick Milhouse for Global Communication
Uploaded
October 11, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.9 MB • 320 kbps • 3:54
Meta Data
BPM
93
Beat
4/4
Key
F ♯ min
Vocals
Male
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Why you wanna try your luck with me?
Your mama should've told you not to (buck with me)
[Verse 1]
Easy millionaire, clowns stop and stare
I filed a law suit, for you it's really unfair
You thought I'd let you go on in perpetuity, your tools are weak
Ambushed, a five-star general, very foolishly
You think this is a dream, fraudulent to extremes
Expose you on Wide Screens, this lawsuit will make you scream
Get a Dream team, cyberstalking is still a crime
Get a lawyer and watch the blind leading the blind
I gave you ten days to respond and now this case is like holding your snitch ass down
And pissing in your face, your fall from grace started with too many lies
My pride told me, YOU KNOW YOU CANT LET THIS GOOFY RIDE!
Or save you, disrespectful behavior
Foolish one, now meet the rabbit with the gun
So unlearn, the usual suspect, now get over here and hand me my check
[Chorus]
Why you wanna try your luck with me?
Your mama should've told you not to (buck with me)
Why you wanna try your luck with me?
Your mama should've told you not to (buck with me)
[Verse 2]
Phase two, we're moving to discovery
I filed a motion for summary judgment, sipping on some bubbly
Laugh, you little shrimp, Any judgment I'm filing a motion to enforce
With contempt, don't try me, I'm nice, see, a Sagittarius
Strike one, you're out, you thought your face was scaring us?
Let this marinate in that thing you call a brain
You will lose, it's not a game, and a hot damn shame
Too lame to restrain, your racism train
until your convicted and chained in a cell full of things
That'll make your brains hang, going out like a bang
You're bad fruit, and dudes doing life telling you, (" You're Cute")
(Scary little spindle,) this is the hood
(Got yo head on the spindle,) kick a field goal, (it's good)
Your Career dissing moors gonna cost you some Bucks
As I Laugh at youre just finding out youre getting Merked
[Chorus]
Why you wanna try your luck with me?
Your mama should've told you not to (buck with me)
Why you wanna try your luck with me?
Your mama should've told you not to (buck with me)
[Verse 3]
(His mouth is so foul for an evangelist I'm out my egg shell, you know you can't handle this
Little corny fat ass white boy, must be pitching and receiving Loving to bring all men joy,
you peeped into the wrong beehive And got shook,
being the same old dusty old U Aint much
Got a whole team of losers and your leaders are weak
Six different YouTube channels, accept this defeat
is it the time to eat
It's so funny, I'm battling a racist white boy with no talent or money
You should wake up and change course, Or find something else to expose Or, I'll see your snitch ass in court, your voice is like a drug in my head I can't get out
just hearing it, trigger's my body, to throw up in my mouth
(AH, YOU ILL?) , Nah I'm not sick though, so everybody clap your hands for this bitch, ho
[Chorus]
