Too Many Losses lyrics

[Chorus: FG Famous]
Too many losses, can't help but to win
n*ggas said they gon’ kill me, heard that through the wind
Soon as I catch 'em, we gon' do ’em in
Hit him all in the waist, all way up to his chin
I roll with some steppers who ready to spin
Just bought a Beretta and a new F&N
Attached to the di*k for you and your friends
When I shoot I don't miss, ain't no spinnin' again
Might freak a lil' b*tch and it's on to her friend
Pass her down to the clique, I won't f*ck her again
You know I'm the sh*t, when I drop, my sh*t trend
Told ’em get off my di*k, hit a million again
I stay on my sh*t ’cause they pray I don't win
Want me broke as a b*tch or locked up doin’ ten
Own blood that switched, can't even do kin
You my brother, I love you, you more than a friend

[Verse 1: FG Famous]
Hold on, let me flex
I had to run up a check
You know I went flooded my neck
Got them b*tches upset
Just look at my sh*t, ain't they wet
No SI's, all VVS
I’ma die for respect
Reach for my chain, that's a bet
You better have more than a vest
When I aim for the chest
I'm nuttin' off ten, nothin' less
I'm tryna straight put you to rest
[Chorus: FG Famous]
Too many losses, can't help but to win
n*ggas said they gon' kill me, heard that through the wind
Soon as I catch 'em, we gon' do 'em in
Hit him all in the waist, all way up to his chin
I roll with some steppers who ready to spin
Just bought a Beretta and a new F&N
Attached to the di*k for you and your friends
When I shoot I don't miss, ain't no spinnin' again
Might freak a lil' b*tch and it's on to her friend
Pass her down to the clique, I won't f*ck her again
You know I'm the sh*t, when I drop, my sh*t trend
Told 'em get off my di*k, hit a million again
I stay on my sh*t 'cause they pray I don't win
Want me broke as a b*tch or locked up doin' ten
Own blood that switched, can't even do kin
You my brother, I love you, you more than a friend

[Verse 2: JayDaYoungan]
I only got brothers, don't f*ck with no friends
Real life story, you n*ggas pretend
Every day I wish my problems could end
I'm chasin' that sack, I done ran out of wind
Free all my n*ggas who locked in the pen
Ruff did four, still got 'bout ten
Never gon' fold, I won't break, I might bend
Young n*gga sh*t, I stay settin' them trends
Said I couldn't do it, I did it again
They smiled in my face, get the f*ck with that grin
sh*t f*cked up, can't trust your own kin
Stealin' from me, wanna cut off they hand
Hundred round drum on the K when we spin
Aim for his face, tryna burn up his skin
b*tch, I was careful, don't say that you sinned
So b*tch when we catch you we gon' do you in
Growin' up thuggin', just me and my mans
Seen an old head hit dope through a can
Now I'm the hottest, they thought I was playin'
Step on the scene and my jeans full of bands
f*ck with the Youngan, you drop where you stand
Boy we gon' fire your b*tch ass like a Pam
We tried to get at old boy but he ran
b*tch we might pull up, hop out of the van
[Chorus: FG Famous]
Too many losses, can't help but to win
n*ggas said they gon' kill me, heard that through the wind
Soon as I catch 'em, we gon' do 'em in
Hit him all in the waist, all way up to his chin
I roll with some steppers who ready to spin
Just bought a Beretta and a new F&N
Attached to the di*k for you and your friends
When I shoot I don't miss, ain't no spinnin' again
Might freak a lil' b*tch and it's on to her friend
Pass her down to the clique, I won't f*ck her again
You know I'm the sh*t, when I drop, my sh*t trend
Told 'em get off my di*k, hit a million again
I stay on my sh*t 'cause they pray I don't win
Want me broke as a b*tch or locked up doin' ten
Own blood that switched, can't even do kin
You my brother, I love you, you more than a friend