Jim Jones, Harry Fraud - Lose Lose lyrics
[Jim Jones, Harry Fraud - Lose Lose lyrics]
Somebody call the fraud department
(La Música de Harry Fraud) haha
You know what we on
(Make sure your pieces hittin', nigga)
I'm still in and out the hood
With the bag on me (Facts)
Done done niggas good, then went bad on me
(Fuck 'em)
Felt like Suge in '96 with the red rag on me
(Eastside) way I've been tacklin' shit
They should put pads on me
Play has changed, so I might call an audible
(Hike) turned the AR to a pistol, nigga
Now the gun's portable (Loaded)
We gon' ride like the tank
Is on a quarter full
Got us feelin' likе robbin' the bank
Is what we oughta do
They talk of smokе like I'm too rich to slide
I drop a bag and they told me
That's how much a bitch had cried
(Boo hoo, nigga) we let that heat go just
Like the Britain skies
And I used to cook up coke in
The same pot the chicken fried (Lucky)
You gotta watch the wicked media
They tryna find my network on Wikipedia
(Facts) i can't recall tellin' that bitch
That I needed her (Sheesh)
If she a bad bitch, nigga, tell
Me where they breeded her, fucker
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
M's in the bank, over eight hundred credit
(I'm loaded)
Word is my bond, it's gon' rain if I said it
(Factual)
If we shoot a movie, it's no way we can edit
(Uh, uh) we just charge it to the game
'cause we love playin' with debit
(What's the Venmo?)
We'll haul liquid like this water on my neck
(Facts) bitch, that's for sure
It's no shortage on the flex (O oh)
I got a jewelry box with Audemars and Pateks
We be playin' Call of Duty
Goin' to war on the jet when I'm hungry
Four-course meal on the yacht deck
This Yachtmaster on the dock
Got his watch wet (Ill)
Been talkin' beef
You ain't run up on the opp yet
We been ready to shoot like the
Clock tickin' with a shot left
All these new rappers
They just rap for clout
(Fuck them lil' niggas)
Happened to them choppas you
Was rappin' 'bout? (You got it on you?)
If my name slip out your lips
Then I'ma slap your mouth
Start frontin' on us and we start backin' out
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
(La Música de Harry Fraud) haha
You know what we on
(Make sure your pieces hittin', nigga)
I'm still in and out the hood
With the bag on me (Facts)
Done done niggas good, then went bad on me
(Fuck 'em)
Felt like Suge in '96 with the red rag on me
(Eastside) way I've been tacklin' shit
They should put pads on me
Play has changed, so I might call an audible
(Hike) turned the AR to a pistol, nigga
Now the gun's portable (Loaded)
We gon' ride like the tank
Is on a quarter full
Got us feelin' likе robbin' the bank
Is what we oughta do
They talk of smokе like I'm too rich to slide
I drop a bag and they told me
That's how much a bitch had cried
(Boo hoo, nigga) we let that heat go just
Like the Britain skies
And I used to cook up coke in
The same pot the chicken fried (Lucky)
You gotta watch the wicked media
They tryna find my network on Wikipedia
(Facts) i can't recall tellin' that bitch
That I needed her (Sheesh)
If she a bad bitch, nigga, tell
Me where they breeded her, fucker
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
M's in the bank, over eight hundred credit
(I'm loaded)
Word is my bond, it's gon' rain if I said it
(Factual)
If we shoot a movie, it's no way we can edit
(Uh, uh) we just charge it to the game
'cause we love playin' with debit
(What's the Venmo?)
We'll haul liquid like this water on my neck
(Facts) bitch, that's for sure
It's no shortage on the flex (O oh)
I got a jewelry box with Audemars and Pateks
We be playin' Call of Duty
Goin' to war on the jet when I'm hungry
Four-course meal on the yacht deck
This Yachtmaster on the dock
Got his watch wet (Ill)
Been talkin' beef
You ain't run up on the opp yet
We been ready to shoot like the
Clock tickin' with a shot left
All these new rappers
They just rap for clout
(Fuck them lil' niggas)
Happened to them choppas you
Was rappin' 'bout? (You got it on you?)
If my name slip out your lips
Then I'ma slap your mouth
Start frontin' on us and we start backin' out
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues
Shit, now that sound like a lose-lose
I be in all the main
Events with the who's who's
We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus
Nigga, I still run around
Pocket full of new blues