Listen to Lost It (feat. Lil Yachty) by BabyTron

Lost It (feat. Lil Yachty)

BabyTron

Hip-Hop/Rap

708 Shazams

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (Helluva made this beat, baby) On my own wave, in a lil' boat, for real Lil Boat and Tron? Two GOATs, for real (On God) Shooter might drop a nuke, he on overkill On this VPN, invisible like the Boatmobile (Skrrt-skrrt) Black Louis belt, take it off and sensei him (Bitch) Grab the work and shake it up, feel like Zendaya (Ayy, ayy) Made a dub OT, boy, that's ten layers (Twenty ball) Threw a hundred on the chop, I'ma Ben Franklin Pouring lines of the red like a typo (Woo) In the spaceship, UFO and nitro (Skrrt) Dragging bags off the fire, Spyro Scoring dolo, boy, I'm Ivo on the iso (Ivo) Bitch dumb, I just pulled eighty phones out her (I did) Shawn Michaels, told her suck it, I'm a showstopper (Slapped that bitch) Good thrax and it smell like Davy Jones' Locker Turned him to a ghost with the Tommy, I want more power Dead inside, I ain't got no heart left (I don't) In deep so my hoodie got a shark head Send a super missile at him if he Clark Kent Just dropped a hundred checks listening to "Dark Web" I done looked Death in the eyes and lost him (Whew) All that love in my heart? I lost it Where I'm at now, it was worth all the losses Been running from karma my whole life, I'm exhausted (I'm exhausted) And I'm just glad that I lost her (I am) The pain in the rain turned me to a monster (It did, Tron) Put my feelings down and picked up an embosser Flea-flicker, I'ma pass her after Yachty toss her (Ayy, yeah) Big boss, on my hand sixty grand large Lots of automatic chops, sound like El DeBarge Five racks for that weapon, I've been living large Nigga try me, I piece up his body like a MasterCard I'm in Miami at the East, twenty floors up I used to scam i8s, left the doors up I fuck on real model bitches, get your hoes up Hang around cons and pros, throwing fours up 'Member getting locked, moving sloppy down in south Florida Three years later, rich as hell, earrings size of quarters Too many shoes in my closet, label me a hoarder My brother [?] but he love to slaughter Getting hate from OG's, I'ma fuck their daughter She want me to rap to her like I'm Vince Carter Even back when I was broke, I didn't ride MARTA Piece done struck hard on my Uber, I was going farther I done looked Death in the eyes and lost him All that love in my heart? I lost it Where I'm at now, it was worth all the losses Been running from karma my whole life, I'm exhausted And I'm just glad that I lost her The pain in the rain turned me to a monster Put my feelings down and picked up an embosser Flea-flicker, I'ma pass her after Yachty toss her
Writer(s): James Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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