Nothing To Lose

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Mhm, mhm Yeah, mhm Till I'm dead, yeah, till I'm dead For real, till I'm dead Huh? Hmm? [Hook] I got plenty options, I don't know which one to choose Pull up Sport Plus, shit lookin' like Neph flew Walk up on some bullshit, but you already knew Bitch, these Diors on my feet, these ain't no Jimmy Choos Girl, I feel like Pop Smoke, the way I shake the room She like, "What you doin?" Babygirl, I'm hittin' licks Slide through the paint like I'm Shaq, I might break the rim They doin' all that dick eatin', but they ain't sayin' shit [Verse] All them goddamn lies, they tryna make a hit Till I'm dead, baby, I'mma pop my shit Till I'm dead, feel likе [?] with the mop stick Till I'm dead, get out my sleep, baby, and pop shit I'm sorry to tеll you to your face that girl, you not shit I'm off the Hendog, I'm gettin' woozy, baby Glock'll make him shrug his shoulders like he Uzi, baby She like, "Neph, you got plans? What you doin' baby?" You ain't gotta tell me what you doin', I know what you doin', baby Till I'm dead, baby, I'mma pop my shit Yeah, till I'm dead, you ain't gotta ask if I got my glick Till I'm dead, I'mma ride around with that two-tone glick Baby like, "Why you always on some bullshit?" "How the hell you got that za pack?" I flew it in Audi A6 boat, that's what I'm coolin' in That's a prop gun, point it, nigga, shoot it then Lil bitch ain't pay shit, I flew her in What you did today? A lot of licks Opps got my name in they mouth, eatin' a lot of dick Pardon me, I'm rollin', booted as a bitch Too Tuff Tone walked in, he got a two tone stick I'm with Brainstorm, he got a chain on Load that beat up, nigga, I'm puttin' pain on it Where that backwood at? I'm boutta put top strain on it Got off my flight, jumped in that fucker, this not the same foreign Take a deal where? Tell the A&R he can suck my dick Sahbabii Nephew, way I pull up with that fuckin' stick You ain't talkin' money, don't talk my phone though, we can't talk 'bout shit [Hook] I got plenty options, I don't know which one to choose Pull up Sport Plus, shit lookin' like Neph flew Walk up on some bullshit, but you already knew Bitch, these Diors on my feet, these ain't no Jimmy Choos Girl, I feel like Pop Smoke, the way I shake the room She like, "What you doin?" Babygirl, I'm hittin' licks Slide through the paint like I'm Shaq, I might break the rim They doin' all that dick eatin', but they ain't sayin' shit