Lost (feat. Yung Ghostt)

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Jas

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It's Jas
It's Jas
I ain't have nobody when I sold cocaine
Now he wanna f*ck cause he know my name
Smokin' on gas and it's not propane
Home of them Silvabaccs Macho Gang
Drop a couple bands they'll pop yo brain
We ain't givin' shit back that is not yo chain
You ain't chasin' checks then I'm not yo gang
I do it for the slums in Brazil on Gabe
Couldn't get a cookie then we sold soap
We ain't have no guidance so we sold dope
Know a couple niggas supposed to made it to the league
But they ain't make it out so we don't know hope
He tryna penetrate I told him no throat
That's the only thing I want from niggas
Bitches tryna cap but they be so broke
I'm out here tryna run up all the digits
Run them bands up and I'm never runnin' late
And I run it like the president all these hoes runnin' mates
It start off with some love then evolved into hate
But can't nobody pause it we all gettin' cake
He told me I'm a doll now he all in my face
Once I f*ck em never call em they all gettin' replaced
I'm human after all and we all make mistakes
But if that money callin' I'm all in the race
He just wanna f*ck wanna get me off
Wanna kidnap me get me lost
Made it to the big leagues QB toss
Whenever I touchdown hit that walk
I ain't have nobody when I hit that wall
I ain't have nobody when I hit that cell
I ain't have nobody when I got that bag
I ain't have nobody they know goddamn well
If the rap don't work then the packs gon' sell
Get it to your door but it's not your mail
Getcha meat flipped like it's Taco Bell you play with us
I ain't have nobody when I hit that wall
I ain't have nobody I was lost
I ain't tryna f*ck jus get me off
That's the only thing I want from bitches
We gon' run it up hole f*ck a QB toss
Every possession is 4th and inches how we take that
Break The Scale be the gang
Now they know they ain't really fuckin with us
But now they tryna put us on everything
We was lost now we moving to the rhythm
You can see it when we enter
Cause they stuck on the same ole shit
These Goofies really lost they in that same old click
And this big bitch I'm carrying she came with a kick
That'll leave you 6 feet permanently socially distant
We don't fit in BTS be the misfits
This clip hold enough to make you and your Mrs. fit
Leave a nigga slump yea he limp from the biscuit
Barrel in your face open eyes and kiss this
They wasn't fucking with us when we got that bag
They ain't put in work Them boys bought them flags
Nigga say he don't really f*ck with the team
His feelings probably hurt and he must be mad
But I don't understand I don't know so
Keep getting Cake won't go broke
She at the tele giving throat bro
No you can't smoke please go home
He just wanna f*ck wanna get me off
Wanna kidnap me get me lost
Made it to the big leagues QB toss
Whenever I touchdown hit that walk
I ain't have nobody when I hit that wall
I ain't have nobody when I hit that cell
I ain't have nobody when I got that bag
I ain't have nobody they know goddamn well
If the rap don't work then the packs gon' sell
Get it to your door but it's not your mail
Getcha meat flipped like it's Taco Bell you play with us
I ain't have nobody when I hit that wall
I ain't have nobody I was lost

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