LOOSE lyrics

[Chorus: Sean Leon]
b*tches gettin' loose
Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)
This sh*t be the proof (Damn)
We be gettin' two

[Verse 1: Jordan Fall, Sean Leon]
They waitin' on it like they campin' out
Real sh*t that we campaign 'bout
Road to riches, on the champagne route
Golden rings for the champions (Damn)
Ayy, black and yellow diva (Yellow diva)
So you know I had to steal her (Had to steal her)
Pretty face with no concealer (No concealer)
Behind the scenes, I bet you never seen her (Nеver seen her)
I might pass her off to Leela (Off to Leela)
sh*t, I might pass hеr off to Teeya (Woo)
They see us and they ease up
See us and they freeze up
Real talk, this ain't rappin' sh*t
Backstage I ain't dappin' sh*t (Damn, haha)
How they sendin' shots but ain't 'bouta dance?
I'm rappin' now, let me take my stance, pus*y (Whoa)

[Chorus: Sean Leon]
b*tches gettin' loose
Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)
This sh*t be the proof (Damn)
We be gettin' two (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Jordan Fall]
Whoa, lifestyle be unreal (Unreal)
Had to keep my neck on chill (On chill)
Diamonds in the pendant real (Real)
Diamonds, independent, motherf*ck a deal (Deal)
Ayy, I be talkin' real sh*t when I'm standin' in the booth, hoe
Yeah, false accusations, so far from the truth, hoe
If I ain't over here then I'm back on the ground homie
They be tryna watch our moves
They be clockin' down the time homie
Talkin' all this real sh*t, freestyle, hold up (Hold up)
Had to bring it back, motherf*cker wait, hold up (Hold up)
I ain't really spittin', motherf*cker I just throw up
I be comin' from the B's, Westside on the glow up

[Chorus: Sean Leon]
b*tches gettin' loose
Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn)
This sh*t be the proof (Damn)
We be gettin' two (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Sean Leon]
I be thinkin' about me
Only think about me, I don't think about them
I know why they hatin' on me
I'm a independent n*gga and I kill 'em with the pen
[?] goatee
Could've been a politician but I'd rather be a G
They quote and they love my whole speech
That's a real rock tee, three hunnid a pop for that
Ain't seen my daughter, I been thinking 'bout revenge
Eighty-four or five Benz, that's Daddivelli and friends
Pop up on the scene, can't stop to talk to a fan
I be on a date, she in awe, I'm gettin' the jaw later
In there like a jawbreaker
It's hard for me to hate this job
In my mind I'm like an— (Ugh, sh*t)
In my mind I'm like an inch from God
I could pitch a flow, I could tear a clique apart
Give her stiff di*k, I could tear the clit apart
I can diss, I can destroy or make real art
I can be underground or be a popping star
I could—