Losses (feat. Young Thug)

(Wheezy outta here) In Bentley trucks, with semis tucked Lil' hot and 'em turn the city up We wildin', don't give any fucks We block stars, they envy us A broken child with stingy trust This greatness can't be in a rush Lil Capalot get plenty bucks Girl, this ain't love, just empty lust Just spoil her, go shoppin', keep her ass rubbed and her titties sucked Benjamin after Benjamin, what that money counter keep spittin' out And that's music to my ears and I'm dancin' with the devil Forbes list, I'm tryna be one of the richest, I can't settle Rockstar lifestyle, grip a heavy metal I put my bros on my Patek, got hood angels in my bezel Yeah, yeah, we pay foreign cars, I got several Shinin' to the grave, tell the undertaker, "Bustdown my shovel" I hate that summer that I lost bro They ain't cut from my cloth, no Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes Whole gang lit, that's squad goals Jumped off the porch when I was like 13 Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah I upgrade everything that come with my dawgs Sometimes they love me, then hate me, they wished it all (yeah) They wish I was broke and didn't have none of these cars (uh) I'm so up, above your climate, I'm in the stars I built this shit from the ground and I took it far I caught that bitch at the counter, took care of her charge She picked me up in a Uber, then we had went to eat She sucked that dick, and I had asked, do she got missin' teeth We had to party in the streets, and then they miss me I told them, "When I come back, I'ma buy the whole street" My homie hit the bitch, but act like he don't know a thing That's that's mob tie, that's that mob life, yeah I hate that summer that I lost bro They ain't cut from my cloth, no Nothing but bad bitches and boss hoes Whole gang lit, that's squad goals Jumped off the porch when I was like 13 Fell in a Rolls Royce and it's slime green I see the truancy, got time seen, yeah