Headie One - Losses & Winnings lyrics

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Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way
And I’m still fresh out the system
Still trap phones, bandos (One)
Still blenders in kitchens (One)
Just got a 9 in the PM
Like the football league that shit’s
Going straight into divisions (Told me turn)
We’re some real drug dealers (One)
You won’t need a prescription
All of my niggas do drillings (One)
All these feds tryna ask for descriptions
(One) all these feds tryna ask for a witness
From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions

I just got a source for some TT dots
Told this fiend take it to
The head like Krillin my social phone’s EE
But I got my Lyca phone still ringin'
I do road for my GG
My aim’s mad so it’s all safe for civilians
Plus you can’t tell me about dippings
More time I lean, finesse that with riddim
Been love with the trap, caught feelings
I stack this money to the ceiling
And that’s till I’m sittin' on a million
And that’s till I’m on a yacht just chillin'
I got beef on the streets when
There’s tings on the market
I can’t give a show of what it cost
The last time I done road
My lil bro Tizz took a 6 for that loss
I got my niggas on the road and
There still doin' bit's and bobs
They got their arse filled with dots
The last time I put in the work on a weekday
I had my yard filled with cops
And it's these 3-hour trips out the M-way
I got my bag filled with prof'
Still winning when I take a loss

Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way
And I’m still fresh out the system
Still trap phones, bandos (One)
Still blenders in kitchens (One)
Just got a 9 in the PM
Like the football league that shit’s
Going straight into divisions (Told me turn)
We’re some real drug dealers (One)
You won’t need a prescription
All of my niggas do drillings (One)
All these feds tryna ask for descriptions
(One) all these feds tryna ask for a witness
From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions

Feds boomed off my door
Tryna catch Headie one slippin
Now they’re all up in my phone
Tryna do me like Hillary Clinton
I got all my lil niggas from home office
Cah all they wanna do is dippings
That’s why I’m out here tryna score
Like Harry Kane, excellent finish
Bad B come to the niz and
She ain’t bringing no knickers (One)
I gotta keep shawty on O cah
I can’t mix pleasure with business
I can do a whole 28 by eye
Moretime I don’t need digis (One)
And my trap phone just ring ring
Moretime I don’t need minutes (Told me turn)
I’m on the opp block movin devilish (One)
I’m a jump out specialist (One)
Put him in the air like Nemesis (One)
And I keep my hands where the levers is
I got a big ting lookin pregnant
Got a big ting lookin like Rikishi
I still put Chris Brown in the press
But anyone fall for Karrueche

Losses and winnings
Me and bro do 90 on the M-way
And I’m still fresh out the system
Still trap phones, bandos (One)
Still blenders in kitchens (One)
Just got a 9 in the PM
Like the football league that shit’s
Going straight into divisions (Told me turn)
We’re some real drug dealers (One)
You won’t need a prescription
All of my niggas do drillings (One)
All these feds tryna ask for descriptions
(One) all these feds tryna ask for a witness
From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions
(Told me turn)