Lost (feat. Yung Ghostt)

It's Jas It's Jas I ain't have nobody when I sold cocaine Now he wanna fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck jus get me off That's the only thing I want from bitches We gon' run it up hole fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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