Losing Game
That's my nigga my brother forever like
Heart be hurting we keep it together
We outside it don't matter what weather
Brodie toating a chop keep it in the sweater
I can't fuck wit you niggas I am with whatever
Pass the lighter bet I roll it better
Poppin pills Brodie fucked his head up
I can't link wit lil shawty tryna get me set up
Had days we running from the boys
He a shooter making all the noise
Brodie caught a opp send em to the lord
Opps be watching peep the back door
Fox five double like it's ten
Big nine hold the by the end
Free my dogs that's locked in the pen
Shot em down then he upped it again
Got five on the gas that's fifty
Smoke za or you can't cyph wit me
Homie got flocked he got hit in the kidney
Move malicious she tryna come get me
She a leg ran she through the city
Puff then fuck her she calling me diddy
Free lil Brodie got knocked for sitchy
He running and gunning the city get litty
Moving hot is you coming or not
Couple bops with the knocks in the spot
Fuck a wait is you ready or not like
Love a glock wit the beam at the top
Hell nah never love no thot
Heard his bro got popped
Five shots in his head
On the block four knocks in the spot
Three guys got glocks
Two beams and it's red
One down but he move like a sped
Told sandman go get him got smacked in his head
Told sandman go get him got smacked in his head
But it's cool but it's fine tho
Bad lil vibe she look good from behind tho
She a savage but I lie tho
Ask me who that nevermind that ain't my hoe
Unc be buggin call him Psycho
Mix wit a spliff we get high like a kite bro
Feeling lil shawty, teeth white like albino
Went through that copy that need I remind you
Duck down for these bullets come find you
I got knockers and peepers around you
Bought a line fell in love with the bottle
Watch your back cause these niggas goin slime you
I clap back cause I'm all bout survival
Bnb sparked a spliff on arrival
Gps send the bop to come line you
Grrah who that that's a demon behind you
Copped a pack then I rolled me a ooter
Shawty wack might just need me a cougar
I was young shot a glock wit a ruler
You said what don't get lost like Bermuda
Sneaky link shawty blow like a tuba
Bought a line muddy blue like Aruba
No me gustan mujeres eso es basura
She a bop send to bro to go do her
After that she went home in a Uber
Need the gas or I pass I'm breathing like a scuba
Bro like smoochies he buggin he nasty
In the spot I'm linked up wit a baddie
Soca playing she shaking the jaddy
She go good with the bread like a patty
Heard you feeling real hot what's the issue
Pop that Shit out ya mouth need a tissue
I can vouch that my niggas they really official
Send the shooter he up it and hit you
Got no bitch cause she fuck wit my mental
Cursed her out I ain't mean to offend you
In my head cause my dog in the kennel
Hope you seen the dms that I sent you
Said it's get back gang we don't set back
Heard you jacking your hood bet I spin that
And you said you was tough I don't get that
Send shots at the whip pray to God that he sit back
Brodie said he was stuck in his ways
Steady watching he keeping the pace
On a drill he ain't showing his face
When the boys run down bet he beating the race
Like we move like that
Shots go bow get bllllrrr the blattt
Heard you beef wit my niggas get put off the map
I don't care where I'm at
I don't care what you Jack
Nigga was young wit the grip in his lap
Had kicked Brodie out cause he move like a rat
And you heard what I said why you moving like that
Got a shit in his chest made his shoulders go clapped
Heart be hurting we keep it together
We outside it don't matter what weather
Brodie toating a chop keep it in the sweater
I can't fuck wit you niggas I am with whatever
Pass the lighter bet I roll it better
Poppin pills Brodie fucked his head up
I can't link wit lil shawty tryna get me set up
Had days we running from the boys
He a shooter making all the noise
Brodie caught a opp send em to the lord
Opps be watching peep the back door
Fox five double like it's ten
Big nine hold the by the end
Free my dogs that's locked in the pen
Shot em down then he upped it again
Got five on the gas that's fifty
Smoke za or you can't cyph wit me
Homie got flocked he got hit in the kidney
Move malicious she tryna come get me
She a leg ran she through the city
Puff then fuck her she calling me diddy
Free lil Brodie got knocked for sitchy
He running and gunning the city get litty
Moving hot is you coming or not
Couple bops with the knocks in the spot
Fuck a wait is you ready or not like
Love a glock wit the beam at the top
Hell nah never love no thot
Heard his bro got popped
Five shots in his head
On the block four knocks in the spot
Three guys got glocks
Two beams and it's red
One down but he move like a sped
Told sandman go get him got smacked in his head
Told sandman go get him got smacked in his head
But it's cool but it's fine tho
Bad lil vibe she look good from behind tho
She a savage but I lie tho
Ask me who that nevermind that ain't my hoe
Unc be buggin call him Psycho
Mix wit a spliff we get high like a kite bro
Feeling lil shawty, teeth white like albino
Went through that copy that need I remind you
Duck down for these bullets come find you
I got knockers and peepers around you
Bought a line fell in love with the bottle
Watch your back cause these niggas goin slime you
I clap back cause I'm all bout survival
Bnb sparked a spliff on arrival
Gps send the bop to come line you
Grrah who that that's a demon behind you
Copped a pack then I rolled me a ooter
Shawty wack might just need me a cougar
I was young shot a glock wit a ruler
You said what don't get lost like Bermuda
Sneaky link shawty blow like a tuba
Bought a line muddy blue like Aruba
No me gustan mujeres eso es basura
She a bop send to bro to go do her
After that she went home in a Uber
Need the gas or I pass I'm breathing like a scuba
Bro like smoochies he buggin he nasty
In the spot I'm linked up wit a baddie
Soca playing she shaking the jaddy
She go good with the bread like a patty
Heard you feeling real hot what's the issue
Pop that Shit out ya mouth need a tissue
I can vouch that my niggas they really official
Send the shooter he up it and hit you
Got no bitch cause she fuck wit my mental
Cursed her out I ain't mean to offend you
In my head cause my dog in the kennel
Hope you seen the dms that I sent you
Said it's get back gang we don't set back
Heard you jacking your hood bet I spin that
And you said you was tough I don't get that
Send shots at the whip pray to God that he sit back
Brodie said he was stuck in his ways
Steady watching he keeping the pace
On a drill he ain't showing his face
When the boys run down bet he beating the race
Like we move like that
Shots go bow get bllllrrr the blattt
Heard you beef wit my niggas get put off the map
I don't care where I'm at
I don't care what you Jack
Nigga was young wit the grip in his lap
Had kicked Brodie out cause he move like a rat
And you heard what I said why you moving like that
Got a shit in his chest made his shoulders go clapped
Credits
Writer(s): Azariah Lawrence
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.