Zayside - Shit To Lose (feat. Randy.)

Shawty play it cool, just play it smooth (yeah)
My brodie he make the news, we makin' moves
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Opp playin' round like he trapping (trapping)
Word around town that he capping
Got it out the mud, never lap me
Got it out the mud, never lap me (aww)
I gotta play it smoove, I got shit to lose
And where I'm from you make the news before you get to school
Rappin' make it happen, get active I'm packin' shit to move
Get it for this ticket, no limit said I got shit to prove
They don't wanna see me win they wanna see me lose
So buckle up like this Louis V wrap around these Trues
Let's get it all and we gon ball I'm tryna fill these pockets
When I shut the door on some niggas that money started knocking
We great, so double up ion got time to wait
Patient, bein' patient but time is now no runnin' late
I gotta get it while I can and know I'm here for sure
Rackin' all these stacks I'm turnin' haters to residual
That money callin' money talk a lot and we on speaker phone
To beat the streets my bruddas keep the heat cause boy these streets are cold
Money talk a lot and we on speaker phone
To beat the streets my bruddas keep the heat cause boy these streets are cold
Shawty play it cool, just play it smooth (yeah)
My brodie he make the news, we makin' moves
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Opp playin' round like he trapping (trapping)
Word around town that he capping
Got it out the mud, never lap me
Got it out the mud, never lap me (aww)
Let's it get poppin' I'm rockin' stop it you niggas copy
We get it movin' I'm fluent Cuban on ice hockey
Way that I been droppin' no floppin' I know my niggas got me
How this paper comin' can't fold it I'm tryin' Origami
I'm flyin' saucy we play it smoove, let's keep it coo
I got some bruddas who keep a tool, gon make the news
I need a pool a cool view to pick and choose
Expanded sittin' locked in a mansion dancin' go act a fool
Yeah, this shit is crazy let that sax play
I went from shoppin' at Target to making Saks plays
Bag race, niggas quick to switch that's a drag race
Way I leave em shitty, what a pity they got sad face
Ha, and I'm laughing niggas fake
Had the keys to the lock, stop talkin nigga just think
If we make it then we on, our pockets sorta like a bank
And we do it just to see some better days so
Shawty play it cool, just play it smooth (yeah)
My brodie he make the news, we makin' moves
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Gotta stay up on my tool, got shit to lose
Opp playin' round like he trapping (trapping)
Word around town that he capping
Got it out the mud, never lap me
Got it out the mud, never lap me (aww)

Written by:
Izaiah Clark, Randy McGuire

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