Lose it all today

[Intro]

Ah, yeah

(If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Bass Kids)

(I'm fuckin' beatin' they ass)

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YSL

[Verse 1]

Lose it all today, who gon' help you get it?

Really rich, lil' bitch, this ain't rich spirit (No cap)

A different bracket, my tax damn near seven digits

You see them pics of Uncle Sam, he ain't never grinnin'

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 thеy backstab can't even kill me

Was sippin' Wock' for a minutе, 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 it’s 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)

[Chorus]

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 and gun (Fah, fah)

The brokest niggas loud, so I ain't sayin' nothin' (Shh)

[Verse 2]

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 bros 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

[Chorus]

I gotta go to sleep for me sober up

My baby bottle clean, I ain't growin' up

We walkin' niggas down, we don't run and gun (Fah, fah)

The brokest niggas loud, so I ain't sayin' nothin'

[Verse 3]

These 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

Seven mile to death, the hood they put on me for me

Lookin' at the mic, so big, man, it fuck with me

Cried for my nigga Krav, 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 a bag, 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

[Outro]

Dedicate this song to my nigga Krav daughter, man, gone too soon

To my two nieces, three godsons

Long live brother Cane man, [Seven mile the home bro][?]

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