Lost It All

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Paid Will] (BeatGang) (Pooh, you a fool for this one) You a motherfuckin' fool, Pooh Ayy [Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will] Broke for the week, so I trap for a living (Nigga) Catch me out in public knowing straps in the building (Nigga) Put some smoke in the air for my niggas that ain't living Gotta play my cards right, think the devil tryna get us (Ayy) Lost Stunt, lost Dots and lost Purp (Yeah) You won't see me with a smile when it's time to go to work (Nigga) Yeah, I pray to God, but, nigga, if you scared, go to church This my everyday life, so I put it in the verse I done lost a lot of money to these motherfuckin' streets (I swear to God) Ain't complained at all, nigga got it back times three Earned my stripes when I was young 'cause I always kept it G Bitch, you know DaDa Winning, still got that froze piece (RIP DaDa) I be gettin' it since a youngin, boy, the hood know me (They know) He can't tell you shit about me 'cause that boy don't know me (No) Need my cash in advance, can't a nigga owe me (Come on) I done sipped so much dirty, fuck around and OD (Damn) Only nineteen, bitch, but I'm these niggas' OG (For real) Fuck around and teach you somethin', why you tryna coach me? (Be for real) So me and bro ridin', but count the straps, we four deep Fuckin' all that broke shit, that's where you niggas lost me (Man) Nigga [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & Project Paccino] I done lost a lot of chicken, had to get it back (Get it back) I ain't like that last work, I had to give it back (Give it back) I done lost too many niggas, I can't get 'em back (Naw) You gon' lose all your stripes if you ever rat I done lost too many niggas, lost too many packs You ain't gotta like it, nigga, I'm just statin' facts (Yeah) If you ain't one of my niggas, then you gettin' taxed (Yeah) Lost so much to the streets, wish I can get it back (Yeah) [Verse 2: Project Paccino] Juggin' by myself, I don't need no help (Need no help) Million-dollar dreams, sippin' top shelf Me and Pay out the way in the Wraith Lost some bros in the Bay, shipped 'em back to the A Smoked an eighter, sip the eight, I've been trippin' all day Add some cake to the safe, my white boy copped a shake My nigga dad tryna make a play Spot bangin', watchin' for the jakes All this money make my niggas snakes (Damn) Sixty seconds, all this love turn into hate (Fuck 'em) Fuck the plug, take the drugs, move out of state (Yoom) I'm taxin' niggas, ain't no love, I ain't sellin' weight (Naw) I break it down, leave the extras, I'ma scrape the plate (Skrrt) [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & Project Paccino] I done lost a lot of chicken, had to get it back (Get it back) I ain't like that last work, I had to give it back (Give it back) I done lost too many niggas, I can't get 'em back (Naw) You gon' lose all your stripes if you ever rat I done lost too many niggas, lost too many packs You ain't gotta like it, nigga, I'm just statin' facts (Yeah) If you ain't one of my niggas, then you gettin' taxed (Yeah) Lost so much to the streets, wish I can get it back (Yeah) [Outro: Project Paccino] Get it back Give it back Naw Ugh