How to Lose

Yes, sir

Tell her how I feel, I ain't capping to these—

(Donez on the beat, b—)

Yeah

Tell her how I feel, I ain't capping to these—

Huh? Mmm

Tell her how I feel, I ain't capping to these bitches

Spit a lil' game, but I ain't rapping to these bitches

Wardrobe change, think I'm trapping in the trenches

**** mad 'cause I said I'd make it happen and they didn't

All he do is cap, snapbacks and a fitted

Sleeping on the boy, now you gotta live with it

I'm just getting started, but you know I let her finish

I might hit it at the buzzer, I'ma treat her like a scrimmage, yes, sir

Now that's fucked up

Heard he want my spot, tell that boy he better luck up

I been smoking strong, this ain't no 'Wood, it's a buff blunt

Put her face down, still loud, bitch, shut up

Fuck 'bout my nut bust, get my money right

Laughing to the bank, young prophet, you a funny type

Bad bitch, put her in the hills, play bunny type

I know she a dime, but I don't really keep my money tight

Damn, uh, that's loose change

All-black fit, Batman, no Bruce Wayne

I'ma keep it fresh like Crest, no toothpaste

I'ma flip a coin, get some head like Two-Face

Shawty got a man, let me slide, that's two snakes

Said she real, but her ass not, that's two fakes

Hit up UDF, meet the plug, that's two shakes

Boxing in the whip, straight gas, I don't do brakes

Show 'em how to move

Put my hands on her when she ride, I'ma show her how to groove

Took a couple L's, but I ain't tripping

Even if I never win, I'ma do this shit, show 'em how to lose

How to lose, ****

Really

Yeah, took a couple L's, but I ain't tripping

Even if I never win, I'ma do this shit, show 'em how to lose

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