John Ramon - Lo$t Lyrics

My bad
Shawty I thought you one of us
Fake mans
I start to question who can I trust
Things bad
Even when I tried to pray to the god
Game grad
I took him in and gave him the sauce
Big bag got the Louis and that new saint laurant
Big stash
I had to grind for the team I put on
Slid past
But you wanna put one into my dome
I know some cats
Who still ain't repay me for loans
Fuck that shit
I don't wanna talk that shit that cuz shit old
Race fast
I watch out for the cops on patrol
Aye man I thought we was only taking a stroll
One tap in this whip and then I'm losing control
Just keep on pouring up that wock
Remember moving all the chalk
We took it straight up off that rock
The darkest room I heard a knock
Now there was a room that's full of opps
Because they said they got the drop
Don't give a fuck about the mob
Because I'll put ten in your knot
Pour the lean in my drink and it ain't ever been the same ya
Heard my name in the streets
Cuz I been on game ya
These hoes ain't love me when I never had a chain ya
I pull up now wondering if I'm the one that changed ya
I feel more like myself
Whenever I'm smoking hella weed
Hop out the whip and pass the blunt
Packs we toting on the streets
Like in Houston we slow it down
On repeat
But Dallas is real quiet but we moving just real discreet
Johnny dang
I gotta a baby face
Say my grace
Make the opps all go away
Only kid from my school who make make blue faces everyday
No more space in the safe
So I take the money to the grave
Got two in the cage
Got two thousand on the ring
Like my dawgs I gotta swang
This is a regular thing
This is not just by mistake
This real this shit ain't fake
I make that bread I get that cake
Don't fuck with rats and don't fuck with snakes
Just keep on pouring up that wock
Remember moving all the chalk
We took it straight up off that rock
The darkest room I heard a knock
Now there was a room that's full of opps
Because they said they got the drop
Don't give a fuck about the mob
Because I'll put ten in your knot

My bad
Shawty I thought you one of us
Fake mans
I start to question who can I trust
Things bad
Even when I tried to pray to the god
Game grad
I took him in and gave him the sauce
Big bag got the Louis and that new saint laurant
Big stash
I had to grind for the team I put on
Slid past
But you wanna put one into my dome
I know some cats
Who still ain't repay me for loans
Fuck that shit
I don't wanna talk that shit that cuz shit old
Race fast
I watch out for the cops on patrol
Aye man I thought we was only taking a stroll
One tap in this whip and then I'm losing control
Just keep on pouring up that wock
Remember moving all the chalk
We took it straight up off that rock
The darkest room I heard a knock
Now there was a room that's full of opps
Because they said they got the drop
Don't give a fuck about the mob
Because I'll put ten in your knot
Pour the lean in my drink and it ain't ever been the same ya
Heard my name in the streets
Cuz I been on game ya
These hoes ain't love me when I never had a chain ya
I pull up now wondering if I'm the one that changed ya
I feel more like myself
Whenever I'm smoking hella weed
Hop out the whip and pass the blunt
Packs we toting on the streets
Like in Houston we slow it down
On repeat
But Dallas is real quiet but we moving just real discreet
Johnny dang
I gotta a baby face
Say my grace
Make the opps all go away
Only kid from my school who make make blue faces everyday
No more space in the safe
So I take the money to the grave
Got two in the cage
Got two thousand on the ring
Like my dawgs I gotta swang
This is a regular thing
This is not just by mistake
This real this shit ain't fake
I make that bread I get that cake
Don't fuck with rats and don't fuck with snakes
Just keep on pouring up that wock
Remember moving all the chalk
We took it straight up off that rock
The darkest room I heard a knock
Now there was a room that's full of opps
Because they said they got the drop
Don't give a fuck about the mob
Because I'll put ten in your knot