Loser Lyrics

I think I popped a lil too much

I hit that switch and maneuver

These niggas music manure

I'ma stay repping the losers

I'ma stay repping the losers cause I had to get up and quit all that losing

I'ma stay repping the losers cause I never gave up and founded my music

I go to work on the ramp

I say these lyrics at night

You got to get you a stamp

You got to get you a right

All of these niggas they dark you gotta get you a light

All of these niggss they dark you gotta get you a light

I was out in Fort Lauderdale

Moving freely I don't got a deal

Keep it hundred I don't got a mil

I'ma say that when I got a mil

I can't keep you close I'ma turn it ghost

She be tryna go and cop a feel

Turn that boy toast if he tryna roast

Fucking make a thanksgiving meal

She be tryna choose 'tween a pink and blue had to give that hoe a Benadryl

Only fearing God you can look inside nigga ain't never give me chills

I keep visioning my future self tryna make sense if it isn't then

She done told her friend now everything she say got fed in it

We don't do no slice and cut I'm hanging with some breadwinners

I'm on go like automatic we don't stick in traffic

Told 'em I want all the pateks hurt your eyes like static

He done told his partner everything they say be rat talk

When we all in person shit dissolve faster than bath salt

Keep it 'crete like asphalt we get you passed off

If he beat me tip my hat off I keep my hat on

I keep on threading the needle

I got on black like a beatle

We got a memory delete 'em

I can't put up with no teasing

I put my heart in the shredder

Probably ain't catching me cheesing

I gotta keep me a sweater

Whether it's hot or it's freezing

Yea yea yea let's go

Really I make hot decisions with some consequences

I'll be cleaning up them pots and dishes 'fore I really listen

I keep tryna put myself on but I found out what I'm missing

I keep tryna get that one percent I'm working 'til i finish

I could give you some to hate about now you feel replenished

I could give you some, you take it out and still do nun with it

I don't like this cycle and I'm getting tired of spinning

Wish bad on a man concerned for yo opinion

She done told her friend now everything she say got fed in it

We don't do no slice and cut I'm hanging with some breadwinners

I'm on go like automatic we don't stick in traffic

Told 'em I want all the pateks hurt your eyes like static

He done told his partner everything they say be rat talk

When we all in person shit dissolve faster than bath salt

Keep it 'crete like asphalt we get you passed off

If he beat me tip my hat off I keep my hat on