Lyrics Lose It - No PT

They ran off with ya shit you won't get reimbursed
Wake up and go put in some work
Got a old four feezy copped a G four one make a nigga fade away like dirk
Nigga play with the gang you'll need more than a nurse
Nigga speak on my name I'mma give him some merch
It's the price of the chain to get me on the verse
Hella blues like I'm cripping my pockets on Smurf
Ain't no running from me better get in a church
It's the flirting for me she gone lift up her skirt
Nigga already dead if he diss on a beat tryna fight for a fee we gone spin on a hearse
Niggas know where I be I'm outside getting to it
I done showed her some meat now she gaging and drooling
If he love his life he won't beef over music cause that be same day he lose it

Can't trust a bitch they be picking and choosing
Abusive dick ima beat it and bruise it
I knew he sick cause she catch it and chew it
I go to sleep with the tech we be spooning
Twin three threes I got Patrick and Ewing
She give me good brain shawty a student
If the convo bout money I'm speaking it fluent
She claim she love me man she gotta prove it
And Ill take a fuck a nigga out like the trash
Can't give em a pass won't put on a mask
Shawty must be high I ain't eating no ass
Can't get caught up you can't even leave a lash
This ain't no hemi hellcat what I'm smashing
Driving to fast I hope don't crash it
Ran up the money i triple and add it
No ran up the money I hid it and stashed it
Fuck all that waiting I go make it happen
I like my bitches to be a lil nasty
Know I'ma ball hog a bitch I ain't passing
Niggas be posting but don't want no static
They know Pt on the top like an attic
Draco my shit automatic
Shawty fuck me like she don't like her daddy
You know the green stick to me like a magnet
Been touching money don't need an advance
Come get yo honey her hand in my pants
I shoot the clip till it cock and it jam
Thumbing thru money my hand caught a cramp
Hot box the car till I can't even breath
Yellow two thirty's she popping RP's
Blake told me don't bring no broke niggas here the fuck he look like tryna front you some Weed

They ran off with ya shit you won't get reimbursed
Wake up and go put in some work
Got a old four feezy copped a G four one make a nigga fade away like dirk
Nigga play with the gang you'll need more than a nurse
Nigga speak on my name I'mma give him some merch
It's the price of the chain to get me on the verse
Hella blues like I'm cripping my pockets on Smurf
Ain't no running from me better get in a church
It's the flirting for me she gone lift up her skirt
Nigga already dead if he diss on a beat tryna fight for a fee we gone spin on a hearse
Niggas know where I be I'm outside getting to it
I done showed her some meat now she gaging and drooling
If he love his life he won't beef over music cause that be same day he lose it