Koshi, Loser - Again lyrics

Think I’m in france
All of this bread in my hands, Burberry pants
I need a crib in Japan, she got a mans
How come she back here again, ya
Aye, how come she back here again ya, woah
Aye now she hit my phone like every week
Sayin’ shit like, "Loser can we link?"
She just wanna fuck me cause I sing
Best believe that bitch won’t get a ring

I got the cash I need some more
I’m in Japan with ya ho
I might just beat down ya door
Ball like a pro I got 80, D rose ya
You keep a stick
It don’t matter cause I’m keepin yo bitch
(It don’t matter cause I’m, aye yuh)
Look at the fit
Look like I’m hittin’ them licks
I wanna fly like bat
Passing around like I’m Dak
Loser always on attack
Meanwhile you stuck on the map
I be gettin to the cash
You be gettin to it last
I got hella friends
They all dead in my pocket lincoln, Grant
And Franklin in the cut I got options
Brothers gon be stars goin’
Far like the comets
Cold star, like guitars we be rockin’
All night with my brother we just
Ride around the city ya
I don’t fuck with 20’s bitch I
Need 100’s and 50’s ya
She said, "let’s go see a movie"
I said bitch this ain’t the 50’s ya
When I do this music shit big I
Won’t take you with me ya
You ain’t what you claim
Bitch you ain’t part of the gang
High like a plane
But I ain’t smoking on dank too many chains
Ain’t even pay i need bank
What did she think? That she could stay
Now you can’t hang ya
Ya, no you can’t hang, ya
Think I’m in france
All of this bread in my hands, Burberry pants
I need a crib in Japan, she got a mans
How come she back here again, ya
Aye, how come she back here again ya, woah
Aye now she hit my phone like every week
Sayin’ shit like, "Loser can we link?"
She just wanna fuck me cause I sing
Best believe that bitch won’t get a ring