Make Me Lose It

Better shoot that TNT

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(Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)

These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it

Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music

Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin

And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend

Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished

These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'

In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion

You can keep your two cents if it ain't help me make these millions

You can keep your two cеnts, bitch, you ain't help me make a dimе

Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wastin' time

I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun

I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine

Wake up in the trenches, can't leave the house without my nine

Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line

Gotta keep a gun, don't wanna see his mama crying

If it's a shootout I'm not gonna be the one that's dying

Shots go off, shots firing

Can't find the opps, they love hiding

Step in my scope, I love sniping

I ain't got time for no fighting

Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez

Give no fucks, I'ma let it bang will let papa do their thing

Let 'em hear my Glock sing

Sharpshooter, don't need no range

All my niggas tryna bust his brain

My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame

Used to run in the streets now I'm runnin' the thing

A brand-new coupe now it's switching lanes

Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane

She just get the dick, you don't get a ring

These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it

Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music

Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin

And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend

Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished

These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'

In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion

You can keep your two cents if it ain't help me make these millions

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These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it

Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music

Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin

And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend

Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished

These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'

In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion

You can keep your two cents if it ain't help me make these millions