Pack in Imma brake it down
Eight quarter half's and the ounce
Only way I know is the paper route
I don't know if I'm a make out
Use to slinging out the trap house
Pistol tuck case they act out
Let the bi**h get a lil taste
She'll know how to act now
I'm a dog to the bone grisle
F**k you I got my own issues
I ain't beefing with no ni**a
Unless it's about my doe ni**a
I'm losie mr onthatrack
I just say woe what it is
Money calling gotta handle biss
I'm the s**t like the sewer is
Know they see me bi**h I'm popping out
I don't know what they talking bout
I been smoking so much gassss
Now it feels like I got cotton mouth
Rolling gas
Pressure feen
Roll that loud
Smoking dank
A few minutes later
I'm going fast like I'm a racer
She think I'm a chase her
But I won't chase her I want the paper
Fresh kicks you see how I drip I'm looking spliff
Aww sh**I want the chips don't stop til I'm rich
Feeling myself don't feel nobody else
I do this sh** with no help
Squidddd on the beat these ni**as need help
This beat is a killer itself
I ain't no killer the pistol be dumping
I got your bi**h and she loves when I'm coming
Ni**as be bi**hes they scared they running
I know they talk a lot but they fronting
I'm the shit when I rap I'm that hot
Got a scoop on the gun like black oops
Bullets on his a** a make him hopscotch
Hang a pu**y ni**a from a rooftop
Ni**as talking down when they see they don't say no shit
I got what they want I be dragging on them
I get to the bag she think I might blow it on her
Naw naw naw naw bi**h
I walk with a limp bi**h on my d**k She know I'm a pimp
Do what I want They mad at me Cause I am the man
I do what I wanna whenever I wanna they know I am the man
It's losie tha monsta bi**h I be tha monsta they know who I am
I'm dragging on bi**hes I'm f**king on bi**hes
You know I'm tha man
I pass her to bro he passing her back we tagging them in
I got what the need I got what they want
Kush sour diesel and sour skunk
Bi**h she on her knees tell her suck it up
Bi**h you better not spit make you lick it up
LosieOnThaTrack - A Few Minutes Later Lyrics
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Pack in Imma brake it down
Eight quarter half's and the ounce
Only way I know is the paper route
I don't know if I'm a make out
Use to slinging out the trap house
Pistol tuck case they act out
Let the bi**h get a lil taste
She'll know how to act now
I'm a dog to the bone grisle
F**k you I got my own issues
I ain't beefing with no ni**a
Unless it's about my doe ni**a
I'm losie mr onthatrack
I just say woe what it is
Money calling gotta handle biss
I'm the s**t like the sewer is
Know they see me bi**h I'm popping out
I don't know what they talking bout
I been smoking so much gassss
Now it feels like I got cotton mouth
Rolling gas
Pressure feen
Roll that loud
Smoking dank
A few minutes later
I'm going fast like I'm a racer
She think I'm a chase her
But I won't chase her I want the paper
Fresh kicks you see how I drip I'm looking spliff
Aww sh**I want the chips don't stop til I'm rich
Feeling myself don't feel nobody else
I do this sh** with no help
Squidddd on the beat these ni**as need help
This beat is a killer itself
I ain't no killer the pistol be dumping
I got your bi**h and she loves when I'm coming
Ni**as be bi**hes they scared they running
I know they talk a lot but they fronting
I'm the shit when I rap I'm that hot
Got a scoop on the gun like black oops
Bullets on his a** a make him hopscotch
Hang a pu**y ni**a from a rooftop
Ni**as talking down when they see they don't say no shit
I got what they want I be dragging on them
I get to the bag she think I might blow it on her
Naw naw naw naw bi**h
I walk with a limp bi**h on my d**k She know I'm a pimp
Do what I want They mad at me Cause I am the man
I do what I wanna whenever I wanna they know I am the man
It's losie tha monsta bi**h I be tha monsta they know who I am
I'm dragging on bi**hes I'm f**king on bi**hes
You know I'm tha man
I pass her to bro he passing her back we tagging them in
I got what the need I got what they want
Kush sour diesel and sour skunk
Bi**h she on her knees tell her suck it up
Bi**h you better not spit make you lick it up
Eight quarter half's and the ounce
Only way I know is the paper route
I don't know if I'm a make out
Use to slinging out the trap house
Pistol tuck case they act out
Let the bi**h get a lil taste
She'll know how to act now
I'm a dog to the bone grisle
F**k you I got my own issues
I ain't beefing with no ni**a
Unless it's about my doe ni**a
I'm losie mr onthatrack
I just say woe what it is
Money calling gotta handle biss
I'm the s**t like the sewer is
Know they see me bi**h I'm popping out
I don't know what they talking bout
I been smoking so much gassss
Now it feels like I got cotton mouth
Rolling gas
Pressure feen
Roll that loud
Smoking dank
A few minutes later
I'm going fast like I'm a racer
She think I'm a chase her
But I won't chase her I want the paper
Fresh kicks you see how I drip I'm looking spliff
Aww sh**I want the chips don't stop til I'm rich
Feeling myself don't feel nobody else
I do this sh** with no help
Squidddd on the beat these ni**as need help
This beat is a killer itself
I ain't no killer the pistol be dumping
I got your bi**h and she loves when I'm coming
Ni**as be bi**hes they scared they running
I know they talk a lot but they fronting
I'm the shit when I rap I'm that hot
Got a scoop on the gun like black oops
Bullets on his a** a make him hopscotch
Hang a pu**y ni**a from a rooftop
Ni**as talking down when they see they don't say no shit
I got what they want I be dragging on them
I get to the bag she think I might blow it on her
Naw naw naw naw bi**h
I walk with a limp bi**h on my d**k She know I'm a pimp
Do what I want They mad at me Cause I am the man
I do what I wanna whenever I wanna they know I am the man
It's losie tha monsta bi**h I be tha monsta they know who I am
I'm dragging on bi**hes I'm f**king on bi**hes
You know I'm tha man
I pass her to bro he passing her back we tagging them in
I got what the need I got what they want
Kush sour diesel and sour skunk
Bi**h she on her knees tell her suck it up
Bi**h you better not spit make you lick it up
Writer: Carlo Jackson
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