No Losing

I don’t even mean to brag but I’ve been getting bags

Vegas edition AP and it’s red and black

Slatt, right after I’m done it’s Slatt

No photo credits, bitches don’t know where I’m at

I’m in the moon wit it, I’m the moon man

I just made a hunnid bands, I was zoned in

She just brought a brand new Bentley cause you’re booming

You ain’t doin no more losing

I come from the east side, when we was striking, don’t be serving J

I know all these verses worth a million, ain’t no for the bae

It ain’t no rehearsing, you get killed, you up, your burner late

I love her posterior, when she get drilled, I’ma send her away

Got a strap out, hitting the gas, they bet' not play with us

In the stash house, thumbing fast, getting paper cuts

Hit up Alexander wearing Gucci, then head Saint Laurent

Meet up with Fernando around noon, then I’ma pay for lunch

Get pack, Trackhawk, Hellcat, AMG

‘Member when they doubted me and fell back, but they gon see

Now they tryna ride with me, I’m tinted, tryna stay lowkey

Gotta keep that fire on me, it’s vintage, bet not make no scene

Had her round my body in drip, I feel the drought coming

The opps mean-mugging they still, but they ain’t bout nothing

Might go buy my bitch a new Benz, let her pull out roaring

When I dropped a M on a crib, I need a housewarming

I don’t even mean to brag but I’ve been getting bags

Vegas edition AP and it’s red and black

Slatt, right after I’m done it’s Slatt

No photo credits, bitches don’t know where I’m at

I’m in the moon wit it, I’m the moon man

I just made a hunnid bands, I was zoned in

She just brought a brand new Bentley cause you’re booming

You ain’t doin no more losing

Half assed dash tryna tell me how to live

I put 10 on the car and it’s still sitting at the crib

A whole million in cash, got it stacked up to my ears

Give a fuck about an appeal, I’m really rich for real

I got motion, I’m closing out a billion dollar deal

That for real, most of these **** is roadkill (Woah)

She done fucked your brother and you still with her for real

Get some Pom Poms, fuck **** a cheerleader for real

Whatchu want, get whatchu want, want

Sing to her, just like I’m Vontee, Vontee

Make sure that he wake up (Wake up), to a point

I got cops telling me where to go dump

Take you way out to the east side

Where them young **** got tree high, get tree high

I don’t know how to spell terminal, it’s a G5

G5, keep lil' mama on her knees, she knee high

Sang to no Kiki, I got daughters that be really tryna be me

Crying when they see me, fantasy on repeat

Whoever said being a superstar was easy

This shit be driving a **** yeezy

Tryna lock down my love, who you RiRi

How you think they know about us, we in D.C

I been kicking shit way back in the B.C

Speaking of B.C., they with me and they see me

I don’t even mean to brag but I’ve been getting bags

Vegas edition AP and it’s red and black

Slatt, right after I’m done it’s Slatt

No photo credits, bitches don’t know where I’m at

I’m in the moon wit it, I’m the moon man

I just made a hunnid bands, I was zoned in

She just brought a brand new Bentley cause you’re booming

You ain’t doin no more losing