Can't Lose (feat. Coby)
Tired of living in the ghetto I need me a crib by the bay
Knockin' em off if he get in the way
Switchin' them states they can't know where I lay
And they pocket watchin' tryna see what I make
Bitches know I'm poppin', but these niggas they hate
Lot of money up in my wallet, bitch I get to the cake
Cant lose, got a lot at stake
Since a youngin' been a baller
Nine on my back Tony Parker
I feel like I'm on the moon
She call me fake like a toon
These niggas pussy, a flower, a daisy
I'm in their head like crazy
And I keep me a .380
Dare a fuck nigga, try to play me
I put my bitch in a fuckin' Mercedes
I bought my bitch a new Benz like Lil Baby
Even though I bossed up, got my racks up
These fuck niggas gon' steady try and say that they made me
Sippin' on act in my double cup, I'm feelin' lazy
Woke up with that glock in my pocket who tryna get sprayed b?
Coby and me we like Gunna & Baby
My flow go too crazy
Think I got the formula somehow I made it
I know I'ma blow I'm just patiently waiting
Like momma I made it
Gas in my blunt I think that it's from Vegas
Minding my own tell me why they be hatin'
I'm just posted with my niggas faded
Got it out of the Mud why would I need to fake it
Passed up my peers I can't kick it with you nigga that ball deflated
I'm with yo bitch in my drawers gettin' naked
Told her keep on the clothes nigga just want the becky
Nigga phone stay on DND chasing the fetty
Niggas speaking on shit they don't know, never met me
If their hoe hit me up, probably gon' let her neck me
No no I will not tell it
Stay with the gas if they ask I don't sell it
Got them shooters gon' hit you with .223's, ain't talking pellets
And the pack just came in, plug had to mail it
Tired of living in the ghetto I need me a crib by the bay
Knockin' em off if he get in the way
Switchin' them states they can't know where I lay
And they pocket watchin' tryna see what I make
Bitches know I'm poppin', but these niggas they hate
Lot of money up in my wallet, bitch I get to the cake
Cant lose, got a lot at stake
Since a youngin' been a baller
Nine on my back Tony Parker
I feel like I'm on the moon
She call me fake like a toon
These niggas pussy, a flower, a daisy
I'm in their head like crazy
And I keep me a .380
Dare a fuck nigga, try to play me
Knockin' em off if he get in the way
Switchin' them states they can't know where I lay
And they pocket watchin' tryna see what I make
Bitches know I'm poppin', but these niggas they hate
Lot of money up in my wallet, bitch I get to the cake
Cant lose, got a lot at stake
Since a youngin' been a baller
Nine on my back Tony Parker
I feel like I'm on the moon
She call me fake like a toon
These niggas pussy, a flower, a daisy
I'm in their head like crazy
And I keep me a .380
Dare a fuck nigga, try to play me
I put my bitch in a fuckin' Mercedes
I bought my bitch a new Benz like Lil Baby
Even though I bossed up, got my racks up
These fuck niggas gon' steady try and say that they made me
Sippin' on act in my double cup, I'm feelin' lazy
Woke up with that glock in my pocket who tryna get sprayed b?
Coby and me we like Gunna & Baby
My flow go too crazy
Think I got the formula somehow I made it
I know I'ma blow I'm just patiently waiting
Like momma I made it
Gas in my blunt I think that it's from Vegas
Minding my own tell me why they be hatin'
I'm just posted with my niggas faded
Got it out of the Mud why would I need to fake it
Passed up my peers I can't kick it with you nigga that ball deflated
I'm with yo bitch in my drawers gettin' naked
Told her keep on the clothes nigga just want the becky
Nigga phone stay on DND chasing the fetty
Niggas speaking on shit they don't know, never met me
If their hoe hit me up, probably gon' let her neck me
No no I will not tell it
Stay with the gas if they ask I don't sell it
Got them shooters gon' hit you with .223's, ain't talking pellets
And the pack just came in, plug had to mail it
Tired of living in the ghetto I need me a crib by the bay
Knockin' em off if he get in the way
Switchin' them states they can't know where I lay
And they pocket watchin' tryna see what I make
Bitches know I'm poppin', but these niggas they hate
Lot of money up in my wallet, bitch I get to the cake
Cant lose, got a lot at stake
Since a youngin' been a baller
Nine on my back Tony Parker
I feel like I'm on the moon
She call me fake like a toon
These niggas pussy, a flower, a daisy
I'm in their head like crazy
And I keep me a .380
Dare a fuck nigga, try to play me
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Writer(s): Kc 1k
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