Lyrics Shit To Lose (feat. Randy.) - Zayside
Shawty
play
it
cool,
just
play
it
smooth
(yeah)
My
brodie
he
make
the
news,
we
makin'
moves
Gotta
stay
up
on
my
tool,
got
shit
to
lose
Gotta
stay
up
on
my
tool,
got
shit
to
lose
Opp
playin'
round
like
he
trapping
(trapping)
Word
around
town
that
he
capping
Got
it
out
the
mud,
never
lap
me
Got
it
out
the
mud,
never
lap
me
(aww)
I
gotta
play
it
smoove,
I
got
shit
to
lose
And
where
I'm
from
you
make
the
news
before
you
get
to
school
Rappin'
make
it
happen,
get
active
I'm
packin'
shit
to
move
Get
it
for
this
ticket,
no
limit
said
I
got
shit
to
prove
They
don't
wanna
see
me
win
they
wanna
see
me
lose
So
buckle
up
like
this
Louis
V
wrap
around
these
Trues
Let's
get
it
all
and
we
gon
ball
I'm
tryna
fill
these
pockets
When
I
shut
the
door
on
some
niggas
that
money
started
knocking
We
great,
so
double
up
ion
got
time
to
wait
Patient,
bein'
patient
but
time
is
now
no
runnin'
late
I
gotta
get
it
while
I
can
and
know
I'm
here
for
sure
Rackin'
all
these
stacks
I'm
turnin'
haters
to
residual
That
money
callin'
money
talk
a
lot
and
we
on
speaker
phone
To
beat
the
streets
my
bruddas
keep
the
heat
cause
boy
these
streets
are
cold
Money
talk
a
lot
and
we
on
speaker
phone
To
beat
the
streets
my
bruddas
keep
the
heat
cause
boy
these
streets
are
cold
Shawty
play
it
cool,
just
play
it
smooth
(yeah)
My
brodie
he
make
the
news,
we
makin'
moves
Gotta
stay
up
on
my
tool,
got
shit
to
lose
Gotta
stay
up
on
my
tool,
got
shit
to
lose
Opp
playin'
round
like
he
trapping
(trapping)
Word
around
town
that
he
capping
Got
it
out
the
mud,
never
lap
me
Got
it
out
the
mud,
never
lap
me
(aww)
Let's
it
get
poppin'
I'm
rockin'
stop
it
you
niggas
copy
We
get
it
movin'
I'm
fluent
Cuban
on
ice
hockey
Way
that
I
been
droppin'
no
floppin'
I
know
my
niggas
got
me
How
this
paper
comin'
can't
fold
it
I'm
tryin'
Origami
I'm
flyin'
saucy
we
play
it
smoove,
let's
keep
it
coo
I
got
some
bruddas
who
keep
a
tool,
gon
make
the
news
I
need
a
pool
a
cool
view
to
pick
and
choose
Expanded
sittin'
locked
in
a
mansion
dancin'
go
act
a
fool
Yeah,
this
shit
is
crazy
let
that
sax
play
I
went
from
shoppin'
at
Target
to
making
Saks
plays
Bag
race,
niggas
quick
to
switch
that's
a
drag
race
Way
I
leave
em
shitty,
what
a
pity
they
got
sad
face
Ha,
and
I'm
laughing
niggas
fake
Had
the
keys
to
the
lock,
stop
talkin
nigga
just
think
If
we
make
it
then
we
on,
our
pockets
sorta
like
a
bank
And
we
do
it
just
to
see
some
better
days
so
Shawty
play
it
cool,
just
play
it
smooth
(yeah)
My
brodie
he
make
the
news,
we
makin'
moves
Gotta
stay
up
on
my
tool,
got
shit
to
lose
Gotta
stay
up
on
my
tool,
got
shit
to
lose
Opp
playin'
round
like
he
trapping
(trapping)
Word
around
town
that
he
capping
Got
it
out
the
mud,
never
lap
me
Got
it
out
the
mud,
never
lap
me
(aww)
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