BITCH ITS UR LOSS

everybody think i’m honest

they ain’t wanna go and start shit

i run the game

presently

tho they always end up in tonics

we always end up in mosh pits

that shit go right in the air (yea)

fuck your bitch she don’t care (yea)

she love the way i snatch her hair

know i be hittin the snare

makin these beats exceptionally

they always trynna box the kid

but i kill shit numbuh 2

they ain’t always gon remember you

in the club like "who are you?"

they aint gonna know when im dippin on the side of you

aye, fuck this hoe on top of you

bllackcat with the fucking racks

i’ll hit you with the lacquer i spit

it all tracks and you end up in this sick act

speak the shit and it’s all facts

we always end up in town

they ain’t gonna see us comin, yea

put them all in the ground

like it’s nothin

they end up with nothin

yea

now my backs up against the wits homie

your bitch ass want none of this homie

cuz i be here with my 6 homies

it’s JINN only ain’t no phony

and while i got you on the line

i think a thing i wanna write

i mean i thought a line i like

tho i forgot when i got the mic

but don’t you worry i got M.O for this hoe that i tried on

luckily she won’t see me when im slicing the tires off her car nah

from the way i left and it can’t be you so guess what this side on

tho i’ve said this once and i said this twice bitch end up as a bygon

don’t think my face, mmm

don’t say my name, mmm

don’t call my place, mmm

no regrets, so goodbye, gone.