Losses Lyrics

I already know that this lifestyle come with losses

But that's why I'm naming my own choices ninety-nine percent of niggas bogus

Trust me, over the time it starts showing You jacking, you fuck with me, what's the

Motive

Can't afford to leave that backdoor open Niggas got beef with me, never knew it

Said it was heavy static, I ain't notice I let this Nina sing like Billie Eilish

Brody with me, we like Brady and Travis Brody been bugging, relly tryna pack him

Chase down, Hulk him Take him out his prime, Julian Newman

Blitz him, but this ain't Madden Ain't no fighting nine times out of ten

If Brody start squinting, he probably done spot him

He clutching, jacking, that is dumb But I'm still on fifty, I thought he was chatting

Lights, camera, action Better go long, I'ma throw if he open

Watch how I move with the rock like jokic Done took a lot of risks, tryna get digits

Brody too reckless, clicking on the witness I was with Jay Late night hopping fences

Bugging and thugging, really handling business maneuver too tact on my pivot

Keep thottie around me, cause I know he gon' click it

And me and leed first scene on defense Them niggas can't guard us when we in Transition

Niggas wanna act tough and play But they know that shit could get different

Like watch the bumblebee hop out and sting em Don't be a victim

Jacking up ops, then you better duck with them

No we don't jack him, we tryna pack him Like, niggas better not be lacking

Treat us forbidden, don't forget your weapon I got up close when I hit my first victim

Couple niggas should be glad that I missed him Like that one day on that block, I was Drid

Niggas lucky God really be with them Lucky they saw us before we could see them

If it wasn't for that, I probably would've clipped him

I done threw every shot in the clip If they ain't run, like three would've hit

Boy, these odd bitches watching my stories and shit

I just hope they don't think they can line me and shit

Like, bitch, I'm the trend, bro, lil' bro, be the rip

If he need it, I got it, he know I'm legit We outside on the E, we maneuver the whip

Ready for whatever, ruger on my hip like what's the word, let's take a trip

I got love for lil' bro, he really on that shit

Remember that shootout where I lost my clip I had fell and I tripped, I thought I was a Spliff

Ever since that day, I started flocking off rip Started flocking first, talking every trip

Now on every trip, I'm sturdy with the grip Now I don't ever