Losing Sleep Lyrics

BKM the squad

3OE the gang

I feel like you mad that I won and you didn't

This shit of the top and on God it ain't written

I came from the bottom I don't want nobody pity

I know niggas dying everyday I keep it wit me

Nobody inside your circle really fuckin wit me

Ima go so deep cause I want everyone to feel it

I done went so far to show you I'm the realist

Look inside your eyes I don't feel like you be caring

I keep on smoking til my pack done

Ain't no second chances, you know this the last one

Word to bro I ran it up and right now I got mad funds

Oh she really ran it up she went and got her ass done

And she got a big bag, she like boy don't play wit me

You know its a mismatch any nigga facing me

And he said he gang but he not, it ain't what it seem

Why would I go worry bout a thot, I ain't losing sleep

I don't even care about you fuck you then I send you home

I ain't trynna chase a fancy watch I got a different goal

I don't know bout red lights, all I ever knew is go

I was trappin tryna get a backend I had different phones

And I'm so ashamed to say I fell in love with dirty hoes

In real life she broke as hell but on the net she Rubi Rose

How you got the bread to smoke and never ever do your toes

If you gotta issue wit the guys you gotta let me know

When I win we all together, when I lose I'm by myself

I was too far in the deep end, ain't nobody give me help

Had to strategize, look at me I did that shit myself

All the problems that I got into I did it to myself

You gone stay wit me, or you leaving for somebody else

When I wake up I go SoHo spend 500 on a belt

And your pussy its so good you got me locked under your spell

If you keep on being good I might just take you to Chanel

Oh yeah

And you go to club after club wit your friends and you put it on your story

And I told you time after time I don't like it but you choose to ignore me

I know I did wrong but you did wrong and made it worse

Happy that I'm winning I was losing it at first

Pour the reposado and you taking of your skirt

Fuck you I go slow cause I know how to make you squirt

I keep on smoking til my pack done

Ain't no second chances, you know this the last one

Word to bro I ran it up and right now I got mad funds

Oh she really ran it up she went and got her ass done

And she got a big bag, she like boy don't play wit me

You know its a mismatch any nigga facing me

And he said he gang but he not, it ain't what it seem

Why would I go worry bout a thot, I ain't losing sleep

And you go to club after club wit your friends and you put it on your story

And I told you time after time I don't like it but you choose to ignore me