​the lost ones lyrics

[Intro]
Okay whatever
Uh, hey

[Verse 1 : yayu]
Boy, you washed up
Catch a bird from a tap, It's a golf putt
Big hoodie on me, I don't talk much
Dumb sh*t then my goons getting called up
I can't take your b*tch, she got a small butt
Big clock don't tick, b*tch you all suck
Big clock put him in a trance, hypnosis
Catch me on the East Coast on dro sh*t
Beat hit critical when energy's focused
Shake a lil', saw your light and now I'm hopeless
Take shots, no speed, dating you a dopehead
Do your research, I'm only on dope sh*t
In the bricks more cracked than a phone screen
Sippin' straight H double O, f*ck Codeine
Fat cat, I was f*ckin' on a whole queen
Dry di*k, you was f*ckin' with a coke fiend
Chapped lips, you was f*ckin' up the whole scenе
Boy you weird, you be asking wherе the Beckys at
Big dumb, deep, .50 cal catch a heavy mag
Nah, catch a diet, I ain't beefing with your heavy ass
Landlakes honey, butter too smooth with it
Coupe sittin' real low, no roof with it
This .22 just to flex, I don't shoot with it
Pull up on me funny face, get a deuce in it (Yay)
[Verse 2 : Camogod]
Camo coming back like homie what's your main directive?
Way too f*cking smart, I passed my classes, now I take electives
Women ain't funny that's a fact, that sh*t ain't subjective
Big old homie got cucked by a midget, thought his name was Hector
(Wait, that's kinda f*cked up)
Broke n*ggas tryna tie to me, get yo bucks
Vacuum cleaner pus*y on that b*tch, I get sucked up
Sneak dissin' all my n*ggas, lil' b*tch that's where you f*cked up (Huh)
Who's this cat b*tch?
I just played her for some pus*y, nah b*tch you ain't an actress
I'm way too stingy with the weed, n*gga I don't like to pass sh*t
n*gga, I don't drop music less is better than my pass sh*t (Huh)
Hit the Monster Mash, I feel like I'm up in the UK the way I bang a mash
I'm a bandit for that coo, I hit that pus*y then I'm bout to crash
Shawty f*ck my wheels up, told that b*tch to suck my ass (Huh)
She gave me rimjob, she don't got slim pus*y, I just got a thin hog
Playing Metal Gear Solid V n*gga how I'm big boss
My ex b*tch got 3 of my hoodies, I be p*ssed off (Huh)
I bust her door down
Throw a flashbang in her room, she on the floor now
Cheated on me with like 50 different n*ggas, she a whore now
I just stole all her f*cking money, guess she poor now
Stole her Hermes bag quick, so I guess that I'm a bad person
f*ck her pus*y up, some stupid dance, she got some Aspergers
Pull the wood to chopper out your house and make it mass murder
January 13th, yeah that's when they last heard him
[Verse 3 : TORO]
Shorty wanna f*ck me, I'm just tryna get this money man
Kevin Hart cause if you pull up you a funny man
I just hit a lick, I touched the block, I did my money dance
Heard he got beef, we get him jumping like a bunny man
Hold on, let me bring it back
I let your b*tch hold a hunnid, you won't get her back
No gloves on me, but I beat it like I'm Lil Mac
Chiropractor, she gon' need it when I beat her back
But I'm lonely, I'm just cappin' in my raps now
I turn and told that b*tch to stand up, beat her back down
c*ck like crack when I serve it she come back now
Called her phone, I heard her boyfriend in the background
Hung the phone up and called the homies out the trap house
Hit his block, if we don't see him, we come back around
f*ck that, I ain't stressing about a b*tch again
I just f*cked a spicy white b*tch, call her cinnamon
Trapping through the Walmart, best believe I brought my pistol in
Yeah, we know your cousin make music when you feelin' him
If I got a problem, call up Camo and he drillin' him
Yayu got me high and now I'm never poppin' pills again
Them sh*ts had me f*cked up, they had a motherf*ckin' seniorship
Man I feel like Tanjiro, always keep a demon b*tch