Wins N Losses (Fast) (feat. Jimbo World)

You can't think about them losses, when you out here trying to win I got youngins in a coffin, penitentiary chasin bands I got Gucci on my collar, this shit cost about a band Go to sleep and I see Wodie, all I do is reminisce 429 I'm runnin' tolls, all I know is get it in Heard that nigga got a loan, but he fucked up all the bands Trying to put on for these hoes, buyin' drip cause it's a trend All I know is flip a bowl, call the plug, re-up again I thank God for makin' bubba, how you think I pay the bills How the fuck am I your brother, but you fail to keep it real Through it all, I still love ya, one call, I'ma get in gear I seen you in that nigga mentions, you know I don't fuck with him I thought we ain't fuck with them, like what the fuck nigga Free Lil' Hot, crackas hit him with Rico once he made it out All I see is digi scales and kilos walkin' in the spot All these fuckin' bowls, we done turned the hood to Cali now You know I'm smokin' good, so every blunt be bout' a 3.5 Know my eyes closed, Ching Chong could barely see out I'm comin' for that Rari ever since I was bout knee high I just got some money, why the fuck they hatin' on me now All I know, go get them bowls, I get them hoes and beat them out Freaky bitch, we on the road, she beggin' me to eat her out I'm grabbin' on my glitch, she grab my hand and put it on her Twat Watch I turn this Chevy to a Benz, I need it off the lot You can't think about them losses When you out here trying to win, I got youngins in a coffin Penitentiary, chasin' bands, I got Gucci on my collar This shit cost about a band, go to sleep and I see Wodie All I do is reminisce 429, I'm runnin' tolls All I know is get it in, heard that nigga got a loan But he fucked up all the bands, trying to put on for these hoes Buyin' drip cause it's a trend, all I know is flip a bowl Call the plug re-up again Come and shop with me, bubba plates they goin' for a stack I just left the mall, I just went in spent ten racks It aint nothing nigga Hit the trap, make it right back Power play, nigga, hundred P's gone that fast You ain't heard, you ain't know, bitch, I really like that From Orlando, St. Pete, well, that's where I serve at Turkey bags, vacu-seal, I'm a real street nigga All grams, no scams, I'm a real trap nigga Ain't no cap, nigga, everything I say is real life You wanna shop with me, I'ma give your ass a good price You can get ten for ten, twenty for a dub I'm a real plug, I got real drugs Fentanyl and clean, Molly rocks and beans Where my money machine? for that money I fein Money tall, Yao Ming, true religion my jeans I get crispy and clean, I'm gettin' Krispy and Kreme You can't think about them losses When you out here trying to win, I got youngins in a coffin Penitentiary chasin' bands, I got Gucci on my collar This shit cost about a band, go to sleep and I see Wodie All I do is reminisce, 429, I'm runnin' tolls All I know is get it in, heard that nigga got a loan But he fucked up all the bands, trying to put on for these hoes Buyin' drip cause it's a trend, all I know is Flip a bowl Call the plug, re-up again