NOTHING TO LOSE Lyrics

Serigala

Glock in one hand lean in the other

How the fuck am I gon recover

Here we go yeah bumping the tunes

Dropped a song ain't nothing to lose

Start a fire you know we lit

Bop and bounce this tune is a hit

Poker, poke her, this bitch a 10

Bet or fold? I'll put in again (uhh)

This life we live

It's time to fix ourself

To fix ourself

Outro flight final calls

Write the bars up on the walls

That's how far I go

Skribble fast, lyrics like a pro

Group the song and set the files

Play this beat man, blast for miles

Pour a glass and grab a friend

Hope that this track never end

You a little ass snitch, bitch I up it at yo face

Money, hoes, we up the pole, don't trip, tie yo lace

Fist fight, gotta beat me in a race, even with the J's

Now we pull up, Olympic runner, when we come up, we uh chase

Gimme head, in the back, when I'm trapping, pistol packing

Step out the crib, slim fit Amiris that I'm sagging

People asking questions, I don't know how it happened

When there's tension, spin the block, in the G wagon

Got a bar for every beat

Wrap this up we got a feature

Right back in the room where it started

Did it bloom?

Write it down man, that's the way

Spit the lyrics what I say

I'm all in man and I join

I'm not a rapper for the coin

Outro flight final calls

Write the bars up on the walls

That's how far I go

Skribble fast, lyrics like a pro

Group the song and set the files

Play this beat man, blast for miles

Pour a glass and grab a friend

Hope that this track never end

Glock in one hand lean in the other

How the fuck am I gon recover

Here we go yeah bumping the tunes

Dropped a song ain't nothing to lose

Glock in one hand lean in the other

How the fuck am I gon recover

Here we go yeah bumping the tunes

Dropped a song ain't nothing to lose

Outro flight final calls

Write the bars up on the walls

That's how far I go

Skribble fast, lyrics like a pro

Group the song and set the files

Play this beat man, blast for miles

Pour a glass and grab a friend

Hope that this track never end

This life we live

It's time to fix ourself

To fix ourself

Swerving these lanes, bullets gone spray, we ain't tucking no chains

Ur girl's in a gaze, she be giving me praise or she giving me brains

Precise with the aim, when he's catching a fade

These days a man don't park I'm getting valets

When it's dark u know I'm gonna get paid

Perfecting my art I ain't forgetting the start

Taking a risk, conversion rate shows I never miss

They making bread but I stack my cheddar

Them man are good but I'm just so much better

Smooth skin like butter

Bro's to my right, call him my cutter

They know it's a fuck up

Scheming on a young nigga's come up

Blue lights beaming, I ain't dreamin

Forget what they talking I'm tryna get even

Sitting at the Gala Crib eating

Hustling night till evening

Know that I'm beating

Know that she cheating

Know that she getting that feeling

Just from speaking (just from speaking)

Fuck that

Little idea and it landed us here

Wrap it up soon and we'll call it there

Like we ain't bout to cash out at the Santander

I cross it through like I'm pressing square

Or pressing y to play it through

Like we ain't made an album out of Gala's Crib to Play It Through

And now this latest tune

Serigala

Ready to shoot

Hop out the wagon and get in my coupe

Do this shit daily it feels like a loop

Put on the jersey I wanna go hoop

Uh, gimme a light

Pass me the blunt I'll give it a try

Look in my eyes, she know that I'm high

Bitch is a snitch so I tell her goodbye

Uh, pick up my bros, we drive to the range

Shit gets boring I need me a change

We already fucking, that's a bit strange (that's a bit strange)

Uh, ran out of time

This my last track

Need me a dime

Only 10 racks

My girl is so fine

I hit from the back (woo)

It's outro of the outro, we pour in the petrol

We step on the gas, we ain't taking no metro

I'm fine and I'm flying to my full potential

I fly through my phases, the chaos is mental

Designer be spreading on all of our clothes

We dripping in gems, our wrists are on froze

The ice, the bling, I'm in my mode

I'm in my bag, get on my flow

Count all the numbers count all the bling

Sprayed the machine I made a scene

Picturesque flow the beat is insane

I bounce off the track, jump on the plane

A milly on streams on the tracks that we post

I surf on the words like the waves on the coast

Spit all my bars I'm closing my notes

Yeah we the goats and I've been your host