#NR Lucii - Works [CUSTOM MUSIC VIDEO]

lyrics: [Intro] (Gotcha) (Ghosty) (AV) Luc’, Luc’ (Luc’, Luc’) Mhm, splash (Come here, come here) [Chorus] We’re the ones that put in the work (The work) We’re the ones that drench up curbs (The curbs) I’m the one who sent my young boy straight to your mum’s yard, and that’s word (Word) Real recognize real (Real), and them boys, they’re some nerds (They’re nerds) None of them yutes have splashed someone So why they claimin’ works? [Verse 1] They play their games in the home on PS5, but can’t play with man? (Gone) Send it, had that drop, an opp boy got bored and the whole gang ran Chat on the net like fassies, not one of them wanna eat this shank (Fass’) Lucii a demon, said it already I named three man that I shanked (Facts) None of these man can talk on my name Ain’t got one name on their yank (Not once) But fuck it, it is what it is They lie on tracks, they’re nuttin’ but tramps (Tramps) While I’m in the studio cookin’ a madness Tizz in the trap, and he cookin’ up crack (Whip) Anything for the cause, get done I’ll bore up a man if you think that you’re bad (Come ’ere) No one on the roads tryna sad my back, so Lucii doesn’t lack (I won’t) When they see me, it’s a hundred laps Put that on my life, it’s facts (It’s facts) A fucked you, don’t do no drills RIP ’cah your friend got killed Ride for your dead homie in the floor And stop talking like dramatic girls [Chorus] We’re the ones that put in the work (The work) We’re the ones that drench up curbs (The curbs) I’m the one who sent my young boy straight to your mum’s yard, and that’s word (Word) Real recognize real (Real), and them boys, they’re some nerds (They’re nerds) None of them yutes have splashed someone So why they claimin’ works? We’re the ones that put in the work (The work) We’re the ones that drench up curbs (The curbs) I’m the one who sent my young boy straight to your mum’s yard, and that’s word (Word) Real recognize real (Real), and them boys, they’re some nerds (They’re nerds) None of them yutes have splashed someone So why they claimin’ works? [Verse 2] Fuck with T then you fuckin’ with me Tizzy my savage, my IC3 Anything get done for my bro, my G Let a man try ride, that’s permanent sleep Either you can get put in a coffin Try fuck with me, and I’ll make man bleed Creep, creep with the Mac and squeeze Or it could be the dots, make the [?] sneeze I can name four boroughs I plugged with shanks And I did it all on my yard Bexley, Dunford, Bromley, and Louis All creepin’ on shanks, I’ll **** Back my blade and fetch your soul Lucii, I’m a fuckin’ hazard Go ask Reeko what I did to his bros And why them man there hide their home? [Chorus] We’re the ones that put in the work (The work) We’re the ones that drench up curbs (The curbs) I’m the one who sent my young boy straight to your mum’s yard, and that’s word (Word) Real recognize real (Real), and them boys, they’re some nerds (They’re nerds) None of them yutes have splashed someone So why they claimin’ works? [Outro] This’s one cold (Gotcha) (Ghosty) (AV)