They losin, these niggas mad cause they losin
All these niggas mad cause they losin
(ooooooooo shit)
Had to take the whole brick back, straight to the plug
Cause you losin
Niggas went behind my back tryna count my sack
But you losin
Broke bitch yo ass fat, but your pussy stank
Bitch you losin
Had four nickel bags of this crack
Now I got a sack
Bitch who losin
Who losin, you losin
Niggas mad they losin, they losin
Broke bitch mad that she losin
She losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
They losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
They losin on the straight drop (a whole fourway)
Twenty five a pop, it gotta be some rerock
The fish scale at the bottom, Isotol on top (he tricky)
My nigga plug hit me say my package got stopped (migo)
I’m tired of losing, AK with the cooler (laaah)
Desert Storm shit, pull out that bazooka (laah)
12 in the trap, I’m steady losing (both plays)
Making money real fast I’m tryna cool (Bo Jones)
Diamonds on my neck they twinkle like Boozie (Badazz)
Twelve hundred horses trying not to lose it (skrrrrt)
Tracking numbers on the pint trying not to lose it (they see it)
Pipe burst in the sink, trying not to lose it (For real)
Had to take the whole brick back, straight to the plug
Cause you losin
Niggas went behind my back tryna count my sack
But you losin
Broke bitch yo ass fat, but your pussy stank
Bitch you losin
Had four nickel bags of this crack
Now I got a sack
Bitch who losin
Who losin, you losin
Niggas mad they losin, they losin
Broke bitch mad that she losin
She losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
They losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
If I pull out my toolie know that I’m shooting
Won’t be no losin' (oh recognize that, recognize that)
These drugs they’ll bruise him
Still kick it like Poukie
My whole life a movie
Cocaine and robbery
Got money like lottery
These rap niggas mad at me They just mad cause they loosing
This bag look like Rudy
Plug came from Cuba
We came from Colorado
Keep stciks like Donatello
Two pack, I’m Gwapavelli
They hoes tryna count my stash
I got my Mojo back
UPS dropped a pack
Nobody sent for that
I don’t give rapper cheques
I plug in the mud for that (I swear)
Had to take the whole brick back, straight to the plug
Cause you losin
Niggas went behind my back tryna count my sack
But you losin
Broke bitch yo ass fat, but your pussy stank
Bitch you losin
Had four nickel bags of this crack
Now I got a sack
Bitch who losin
Who losin, you losin
Niggas mad they losin, they losin
Broke bitch mad that she losin
She losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
They losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
(ooooooh shit)
Hundred bags on my left arm
Hundred rounds in the next draw
Ain’t no time for a strong arm
'K shot blam like a bass drum
Pay me or we can lose it any day
Young was fun nigga anyway
You a bitch in the game that’s a checkmate
Three killers pullin' up no license plate
Alley came back alive, reincarnate
Same murder gang nigga this the Duct Tape
That little brick that I took, that was lil weight
No respect for the nigga, rob, about face
Me and Mojo cooked crack we go way back
We would rob a pussy nigga for a throwback
When you come to Zone 6, no dope bag
You will lose more than hats, thats for sure that
Gotta play the game regardless of win or lose
Got em checking out the world, lookin' at the news
Prayed up feared up, we done pay the dues
We the mob too fine and we can’t lose
Can’t lose nigga
Imitating that nigga, need to be you
Be you, be you (be you pussy)
You can’t talk soon as a nigga see you (pussy)
Had to take the whole brick back, straight to the plug
Cause you losin
Niggas went behind my back tryna count my sack
But you losin
Broke bitch yo ass fat, but your pussy stank
Bitch you losin
Had four nickel bags of this crack
Now I got a sack
Bitch who losin
Who losin, you losin
Niggas mad they losin, they losin
Broke bitch mad that she losin
She losin
Niggas mad cause they losin
They losin
Niggas mad cause they losin