"Lose It All Today" lyrics
Ah, yeah
(If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Bass Kids)
(I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass)
[?]
YSL
Lose it all today, who gon' help me get it?
Really rich, lil' bitch, this ain't rich spirit (No cap)
A different bracket, my tax in the seven digits
He seen them pics of Uncle Sam, he ain't never gettin'
Handle business, Chrome Heart, clear lenses (Yeah)
These niggas hate I'm in the field, probably fake an injury (Fake ass)
I don't wanna paint the picture, they just take the picture (Cop)
Got so big that they backstab can't even kill me
Was sippin' Wock' for a minute, now I can't resist it
Codeine for the field goal play, I'm the shit kicker
Opps had the block, then I had it, they all nepotism (Yeah)
All the niggas I looked up to, now I'm richer than them (Flrrt)
Baby, what you need? What you want? (Beep) I'm singin' to you
Let me pull that over from the back like a state trooper (Go)
She gon' fuck a real nigga, she gon' fuck a lame too (She gon' fuck)
You could fuck my bro, baby, I'll never hate you (Never)
Tryna hit it up, man, that bitch could raise a space coupe (Skrrt)
Walk in the club (Skrrt), play my songs like the theme music (Yeah, yeah)
Money can't compare, you get the chance to see how fame do
Brodie doin' life, he said he dreamin' that they let him loose
Do the game love a nigga back? Shit, I don't know
Think I got this far for me to quit, that ain't in my blood
It's a watch challenge, what's your wrist worth? Hold it up
Chain swingin', can't be fucked with, never tucked (Yeah)
I gotta go to sleep just to sober up (Yeah)
My baby bottle clean, I ain't growin' up (Yeah)
We walkin' niggas down, we don't run the gun (Fah, fah)
The brokest niggas loud, so I ain't sayin' nothin' (Shh)
Stay sippin' syrup every day, look what the color was
Talkin' to the billionaires, tellin' me that I'm next up
I could slice your wrist with it, that's how new the money was
Niggas want my stamp back, can't even get that city love
First I did the country, then I fucked the world up
Went to other countries, shopped and bought the bro somethin'
I can't even be mad, I kicked my cup 'cause I got more drugs
Diamonds on me look just like the Bible, Jesus stoned up, nigga
I gotta go to sleep just to sober up (Shh)
My baby bottle clean, I ain't growin' up
We walkin' niggas down, we don't run the gun (Fah, fah, fah)
The brokest niggas loud, so I ain't sayin' nothin'
This niggas false claim, can't even throw they hood up
Game I got from ghetto, it helped me put two mill' up
All my niggas rich, helped me out when I ain't had much
Money never runnin' out, but now I got a time budget
Serve him out a deal, the hood they put on me for me
Lookin' at the mic, so big, man, it fuck with me
Cried for my nigga [?], fightin' for his custody
But his daughter died before his son even got to meet her
You know it makes them mad, we gon' be fresher than they gotta be
I'ma flip it back like I'm part of the gymnastics team
I'm a helpin' hand, just don't think that you finessin' me
Always givin' back, I just don't wanna do it publicly
Shoutout lil' bruh, smarter than I'll ever be
All my niggas snakes, I'd probably still be sellin' weed
I'm in Saint Laurent, these niggas in Saint Vanity
Smurk told me go hard, I'm prayin' for his family, no cap
Dedicate this song to my nigga [?] daughter, man, gone too soon
To my two nieces, three godsons
Long live brother [?]
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(If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Bass Kids)
(I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass)
[?]
YSL
Lose it all today, who gon' help me get it?
Really rich, lil' bitch, this ain't rich spirit (No cap)
A different bracket, my tax in the seven digits
He seen them pics of Uncle Sam, he ain't never gettin'
Handle business, Chrome Heart, clear lenses (Yeah)
These niggas hate I'm in the field, probably fake an injury (Fake ass)
I don't wanna paint the picture, they just take the picture (Cop)
Got so big that they backstab can't even kill me
Was sippin' Wock' for a minute, now I can't resist it
Codeine for the field goal play, I'm the shit kicker
Opps had the block, then I had it, they all nepotism (Yeah)
All the niggas I looked up to, now I'm richer than them (Flrrt)
Baby, what you need? What you want? (Beep) I'm singin' to you
Let me pull that over from the back like a state trooper (Go)
She gon' fuck a real nigga, she gon' fuck a lame too (She gon' fuck)
You could fuck my bro, baby, I'll never hate you (Never)
Tryna hit it up, man, that bitch could raise a space coupe (Skrrt)
Walk in the club (Skrrt), play my songs like the theme music (Yeah, yeah)
Money can't compare, you get the chance to see how fame do
Brodie doin' life, he said he dreamin' that they let him loose
Do the game love a nigga back? Shit, I don't know
Think I got this far for me to quit, that ain't in my blood
It's a watch challenge, what's your wrist worth? Hold it up
Chain swingin', can't be fucked with, never tucked (Yeah)
I gotta go to sleep just to sober up (Yeah)
My baby bottle clean, I ain't growin' up (Yeah)
We walkin' niggas down, we don't run the gun (Fah, fah)
The brokest niggas loud, so I ain't sayin' nothin' (Shh)
Stay sippin' syrup every day, look what the color was
Talkin' to the billionaires, tellin' me that I'm next up
I could slice your wrist with it, that's how new the money was
Niggas want my stamp back, can't even get that city love
First I did the country, then I fucked the world up
Went to other countries, shopped and bought the bro somethin'
I can't even be mad, I kicked my cup 'cause I got more drugs
Diamonds on me look just like the Bible, Jesus stoned up, nigga
I gotta go to sleep just to sober up (Shh)
My baby bottle clean, I ain't growin' up
We walkin' niggas down, we don't run the gun (Fah, fah, fah)
The brokest niggas loud, so I ain't sayin' nothin'
This niggas false claim, can't even throw they hood up
Game I got from ghetto, it helped me put two mill' up
All my niggas rich, helped me out when I ain't had much
Money never runnin' out, but now I got a time budget
Serve him out a deal, the hood they put on me for me
Lookin' at the mic, so big, man, it fuck with me
Cried for my nigga [?], fightin' for his custody
But his daughter died before his son even got to meet her
You know it makes them mad, we gon' be fresher than they gotta be
I'ma flip it back like I'm part of the gymnastics team
I'm a helpin' hand, just don't think that you finessin' me
Always givin' back, I just don't wanna do it publicly
Shoutout lil' bruh, smarter than I'll ever be
All my niggas snakes, I'd probably still be sellin' weed
I'm in Saint Laurent, these niggas in Saint Vanity
Smurk told me go hard, I'm prayin' for his family, no cap
Dedicate this song to my nigga [?] daughter, man, gone too soon
To my two nieces, three godsons
Long live brother [?]
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