XVXPARIS, Loser - AGAIN lyrics

Gibbo (Gibbo) hey, YMAR
Na na nah, uh fuck

I'm with the gang, you can't slide (yeah)
My money tall, it's yay high 
(yeah, yeah, yeah,  yeah)
But we finna ball like A-I
Shawty got good brain like a A-I
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woke up and swipe shit, fuck a day job 
(Woah, brr)
You niggas be slaving and shit (Ayy, yeah)
She wanna have my baby and shit
Damn, these backends paying my rent, yeah
Do it and do it again
My Glock got a twin (yeah) i'm for the win
I'm dubbing you and your friend
Broke hoes ain't allowed, can't get in
Walk in with this loud
They like "What's that smell?" Pack came in
Too many one's to count
Goin' up like a mountain you got
Fucking on a fan, I'ma do that shit again
(yeah) nigga talkin' shit
Pop out in the Sprinter van
Went to Florida for the vibes
Can't wait to fuck it up again
(Fuck it up again)
I'm too real for a bitch (Oh)
She crying to me again (Crying to me again)

Me being broke don't mix
I drop too many hit's
I don't know how to miss
Drown my feelings in the Tec
Ain't shit money can't fix, no cap
Touch my lil' nigga, it's a wrap
I had to block her on the snap
Being sad, don't get attached
Big 4L, riding in the Skrrt
Top notch, I don't want no neck
Finna get lit in the sun, no match
They like, "Paris, how you do that?"
'Cause my sound, way too new
Nigga, now sound like who? Me
Fuck that flow and you
I ain't going to jail, we paying them jewels
Ayy, what Kobe say?
Came in with one, and left with two, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) poured a deuce
I'm nonchalant and act so rude (Oh)
I feel like XO, with the crew
They thought you never would get loose
I was shy, but that money made me talk
Uber loud bitch, keep backing up
I got like 20 hoes that want your spot
Sippin' on Tec, Tec, lost
My whole prescription, out of town
My niggas get wreckless, we
Gon' cross 'em out, get out of line
Stack like Tetris
Missing the way she putting it in the sky

I don't ever flex, but my Spotify check does
I don't want the whole bitch
I just want her from the neck up
Ain't no Owen without the Rick
So don't ever try to test us
You talk so much shit
Like you Ana out of Skins b-Boy, you big cap
You say you made a band
But we know you ain't did that
Shit on demand, alchemist
Maybe I don't make shit clear
I'm with a band, Al and Rick
F-Fuck on a fan, proud of it
Go make some big cash (Ca-Cash, cash, cash)

I'm with the gang, you can't slide (yeah)
My money tall, it's yay high
But we finna ball like A-I (yeah)
Shawty got good brain like a A-I
Woke up and swipe shit, fuck a day job
(Woah, brr) you niggas be slaving and shit
She wanna have my baby and shit
Damn, these backends paying my rent
(Oh, yeah) do it and do it again
My Glock got a twin i'm for the win
I'm dubbing you and your friend
Broke hoes ain't allowed, can't get in
Walking with this loud
They like "What's that smell?" Pack came in
Too many one's to count
Goin' up like a mountain you got-
Fucking on a fan, I'ma do that shit again
Nigga talkin' shit
Pop out in the Sprinter van
Went to Florida for the vibes
Can't wait to fuck it up again
(Fuck it up again) i'm too real for a bitch
She crying to me again