Loso ft. Baby JoJo Lyrics

They never gave me the chance, so I went and took it

Out on a high speed chase I was playin' hooky

Always been certified, never had to question

First things first never second guessing

Like who was really there when I see my sentence

Talk to my bro through that dial tone beepin'

Rappin' through that shit had the snapchat geekin'

I never had a reason to fabricate

I'm gettin' so much love so they bound to hate

Touchin' big bills, damn I love this lane

Talkin' EA put me in the game

Bam behind the lens he going sick with it

Makin' all these tracks I'm gettin' rich with it

Steppin' wit the brodi's cause we lit wit it

We only chop it up about the money

No fighting over pussy, we ain't lookin' like a dummy

If she giving head then she better go and swallow

Just need the bread, give a shit about a follow

Been a fuckin' king ever since my mama brought me home

We might bleed the same but I know that we move different

Who's really outside, got the mood shiftin'

I got a chip on my shoulder I could never brush off

Really got to it and against all odds

Fuckin' with the opps you gon get criss-crossed

I remember having nothing, they ain't never wanna fuck with me

I ain't worried bout the opps because them pussies they ain't touchin' me

For my brothers in the trenches, whatchu know about that loyalty

Don't you ever try my brothers, we ain't really with the fuckery

I been talkin' to my guns yeah I been fightin' all these demons

Gotta choppa, if I catch him Imma click it Imma squeeze it

I just fucked this plugs bitch I know I really got him heated

Put a demon in a cage and they decided not to feed it

I'm the fucking Grim Reaper, I don't think you wanna meet it

If I run into that boy I swear to God I'm gon' delete him

I ain't fuckin' up the work, I could never Charlie Sheen it

I just gave this boy a sample now this boy he fuckin' fienin'

Grab my Glock and my ski

I just made my Mom a promise I won't let em take me out

I was broke, I was hungry, I was sleepin' on that couch

They done brought me to the edge, Imma take it to that route

I think there's a drought in my city

I been gettin' money and they can't seem to fuck wit me

Put a couple thotties in a yacht, I got them benjis cooking out the pot

Why they acting like they really run the block

I been out here for a little hot minute, they ain't really doin' shit I'm not kiddin'

Fiends in the street, they is not wit it

Money bust the seams, that's big pimpin'

I'll kill bout my dogs, I'll John Wick it

In the booth with A1, I won't stop trippin'

If I go into that party, I brought my Glock in it

I got murder on my mind, you'll get mopped wit it

In the trap gettin' money, I been pot scrapin'

And don't you try to fuck with gang, you will not make it

I got beef in my trenches, I'm the most hated

He pulled a Glock but he ain't use it so I had to take it

Nah, he ain't use it, bitch I had to take it

I got a choppa, got a .50, I'll fuckin' spray it

Smokin' blunts by the pound, bitch I'm gettin' faded

Shawty I don't wanna fuck, you too outdated

You too outdated, I been smokin' za gettin' dumb faded

I been on the block with my brodi's gettin' money

See me with that bread, now these bitches wanna love me

I ain't that stupid, ain't no dummy

If they pull up on me then I'm pullin' out the .40

I can't fuck with goofies that just tryna eat up off me

Keep some real ones round me that be shooting with no caution