Lost Society lyrics

[Chorus]
I miss all my muf*ckin' bruddas
Remember gettin' high with the hoes, got our mind in the gutta
We all clutchin' our cutta
We in this b*tch and we ready for whatever
Tell the other side they can send they best steppa
I swear we gon' wreck him
Do him bad, put the b*tch n*gga in a stretcher
He said he wanted the smoke, so we had to bless him
And that was just his message
Money crawlin' up the muf*ckin' wall
Money crawlin' up the muf*ckin' wall, sh*t sit so tall
Just left Neiman's, I just cashed out in the mall
My scammin' n*ggas doin' all the f*ckin' frauds
Swipin' all the f*ckin' logs

[Verse]
Tryna have a C8 by the age of 21 or 22, yeah, he clutch .22
I clutch .9 or .45, that's my lil rule
3.5 rolled in that wood, I'm high through the roof
Chanel, Dior, Balenci, Monclear yeah that's you
She said "Baby yeah I love what you do"
Ok, smokin' on thrax while I smash on the gas
She want a bag, instead I bought her an ass
We want a hat, better have on a mask
I was flexin' now my cash [?]
King of jungle, I done pulled up in jag
Drugged up bae I'm sorry I flashed
[Chorus]
I miss all my muf*ckin' bruddas
Remember gettin' high with the hoes, got our mind in the gutta
We all clutchin' our cutta
We in this b*tch and we ready for whatever
Tell the other side they can send they best steppa
I swear we gon' wreck him
Do him bad, put the b*tch n*gga in a stretcher
He said he wanted the smoke, so we had to bless him
And that was just his message
Money crawlin' up the muf*ckin' wall
Money crawlin' up the muf*ckin' wall, sh*t sit so tall
Just left Neiman's, I just cashed out in the mall
My scammin' n*ggas doin' all the f*ckin' frauds
Swipin' all the f*ckin' logs