​cant lose lyrics

[Verse 1: Clip]
Yeah you not much help
I put that money and racks on the shelf
[?]
Standin' close for the camera
You just mad that that b*tch got to it
Yo whats up b*tch I ran it up
Stand on my money and made me feel tall
Oh my god yeah we finna ball
If this about money then say it was[?]
[?] on me, yeah you wrong
Don't give a f*ck 'cause my money real long
Yeah you a fan, this the third time that you playin' my song

[Verse 2: Reef]
That's a three piece
I don't know why these lil' boys wanna be me
Bro gon' pull up with the Glock it [?]
I got a strap not swingin'
[?] on these hoes
Green like beam on go
I wear that [?] for my bros
On my brother
I got that Wock sippin' mud from the gutter
I got the K on my side I won't bust hеr
I don't talk to b*tches so how could I love her
Pop a pеrc 10 and I f*ck on his mother
Smooth with the b*tch got the aim like butter
[Verse 3: Sidia & Clip]
You know I be hard on drugs
You know I be pourin' that sh*t in my Faygo
New whip I just copped a Durango
I f*ck on your b*tch If I say so
She know that I'm too hot to handle
[?] if you don't know my angle
[?] so I gotta keep a cutter
Keep a choppa so I slide for my brother
You ain't bout sh*t, word to my mother
[?] 'cause there's always another
Feelin like [?] 'cause they stare at me
Came in close with the ARP
Spreading my name G.O.A.T
He want smoke with the gang we'll see
You'll never see me go bad, 'bout a b*tch
Pulled up with Reef that boy came with a stick
Pull up with [?] he keepin' a blick
Yeah my top down so we finna get hit
All my sh*t go bow, bow, bow
f*ck with me for the clout-out-out
I get that paper I'm not in a drought
Why is you switchin' up now

[Verse 4: Clip]
Yeah you not much help
I put that money and racks on the shelf
Yeah I don't need no help
I did that sh*t all by myself
[?] your bro like he was a [?]
Know you a fan, yeah I could tell
They think I'm ass but I'm doin' swell
Know I'm not [?] I keep that [?]