Prince Dre, Hotboii - Win or Lose lyrics

(Yoz, what you tellin' me?)

Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose
(Ayy) , can't lack nor snooze (Ayy)
Two sides, better pick and choose
(Ha) , we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool
Bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
(Ayy)
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no
I'm forty-five ain't with that talkin'
(Nah) , chase him down
Watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him
(Ayy) , then crack his dome
That shit look awful (Boom)
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up
He need a closed casket (Boom)
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him
(Ayy) , shoot him up
And send him to the pack

Long live Von
(Ayy) , a savage, demon and a savage (Huh)
Ayy, foenem really pass shit
(Ayy) , on call, they come through
Clap shit (Grrah)
Flip shit just like a mattress
(Ayy) , get geeked for pistol clappin' (Huh?)
Them boys, they wasn't average
(Nah) , red tape, shit get tragic (Bah)
Come through there squeezin'
Leavin' your body just leakin'
All of your brains on the floor
(Boom, boom, boom) my people, they peacin'
Put you right up in the freezer
More bodies, more bodies, and more (Ayy)
They clappin', they wrappin', he gone
To the body, the neck, and the dome
They sendin' him home (Boom, boom, boom)
They clapped up, you rappin' them songs
(Boom) , your vision get wrapped like a robe
The story go on

Ayy, in this shit, you win or lose
(Ayy) , can't lack nor snooze (Ayy)
Two sides, better pick and choose
(Ha) , we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool
Bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
(Ayy)
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no
I'm forty-five ain't with that talkin'
(Nah) , chase him down
Watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him
(Ayy) , then crack his dome
That shit look awful (Boom)
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up
He need a closed casket (Boom)
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him
(Ayy) , shoot him up
And send him to the pack

Closed casket, send a nigga
Right to the pastor
You know what's happenin'
Had to put that switch right on
The Glock and make it automatic
Earned all of my stripes just like a bengal
I ain't from Cincinnati
When I get in, she call me daddy
But I ain't none of these bitches' parents
Okay, I got Rollie, Cartier
But now I want the Patek
We bringin' static, do no flackin'
We let all these niggas have it
Got a new Drac' shootin' for the O
Like he run with the Magic
Abracadabra, nigga vanish I already had it
Atlanta hawk him
I'm in the A like I'm a Falcon
Don't do no gossip, she get wet for me
Miami Dolphin can you give me your face
Girl? Only like some makeup
We got drops on all the opps
Be spinnin' from the wrist uh up?

In this shit, you win or lose
(Ayy) , can't lack nor snooze (Ayy)
Two sides, better pick and choose
(Ha) , we don't go by rules
Ayy, better keep a tool
Bitches bustin', yeah, it's war outside
(Ayy)
I ain't clutchin' nothin' under ten, no
I'm forty-five ain't with that talkin'
(Nah) , chase him down
Watch bullets hawk him
White line him, chalk him
(Ayy) , then crack his dome
That shit look awful (Boom)
Rearrange them chains and fuck him up
He need a closed casket (Boom)
Freeze him, caught him, stomp him
(Ayy) , shoot him up
And send him to the pack