Lost Me lyrics

[Intro]
Scott I'm telling you

[Verse 1]:
Oh, oh
If you're working tonight better call me
I don't wanna have to leave this b*tch salty
I didn't lose you, baby girl you lost me
You're the type of b*tch like it balls deep
And I'm the type of n*gga that don't hang around
You the type hoe tryna stay over
Tryna do coke at 8 in the morning
Seems like you tryna tell me something
I'm the type n*gga bout to hit the buzzer
I'm the type n*gga tryna make a dollar
You the type b*tch tryna be an option
You the type b*tch tryna be a problem

(Hook):
b*tch down, time to go
Half a [?], oxycod
I can't lie, kinda blow
I can't lie, [?]
This the time, time to go
Half a [?], oxycod
I can't lie, kinda blow
I can't lie, it's time to go
[Verse 2]:
Swag on, f*ck you pay me
This b*tch loud like a newborn baby
Smoking loud, life is crazy
She blow me down, life is crazy
I'm on the phone, Penny Proud
I'm down south, in and out
Shipping paints, packing out
You the [?], you should get [?] out
All I know is making moves
Wang wang, swag is cool
Stang stang, [?] in school
Cain cain, dude too cool
Damn damn, how you do that?
Slang a b*tch, that's prostitution
Came through, all the cops [?]
You playing, b*tch I'm doing [?]
Texas b*tch, tried extort me
[?]
Plane Jane, you're b*tch is boring
Playing boards I'm blue like Corbin
Lane Lane, [?]
Make me laugh then tore my torso
Stank stank, when I take my bath
God's eyes on [?]
[?] when I take your [?]
Still lively, I don't make no motions
You talk to god, we gon make you closer
Young n*ggas they ain't got no voices
They'll rob a n*gga for what's important
I'm in this b*tch with my partner n them
I'm roaming vigils with the posse n them
My west [?] was high like Pac n them
I'm grinding hard like [?] n them
My b*tch bad, she bust fast
I bust fast like Glock n them
Chopsticks no [?]
Don't make me give n*ggas the okey-doke
To drift a n*gga like Tokyo