How The f*ck Can We Lose lyrics

[Intro: Smoke Da Don & Capo]
Smoke Da Don, y'all know what the f*ck it is man (Gang)
NL for life man
I got my n*gga with me though with me man
Cap, what up?
No Limit, No limit and MB 1-50 RocBlock sh*t man
Smoke on FDO passes too many of 'em, opps
Kobe Squad, Pistol Gang, b*tch
Dat be wiz outta kid man and that sh*t man, 'cause we been gang, been gang since youngins
We invented that sh*t
NLMB, these n*ggas ain't f*ck with us bro
Uh, squad

[Chorus: Smoke Da Don]
P-O-S-T-O, I be smokin' Posto
Kutthroat f*ck around with the bricks gone head get Postoed
I be smokin on Scoob, I be smokin' TBone
Ride wit 30's & 50's, we ain't worried bout wrongs
I see you be, I be smokin' on all that Scoob
Drop 4's in the cup, drink Henny b*tch I don't drink goose
We be smokin' on Posto, we be smokin' on Scoob
Steady scorin' on opps, how the f*ck can we lose?
P-O-S-T-O-O, I be smokin' Posto
Kutthroat f*ck around with the bricks gone head get Postoed
I be smokin on Scoob, I be smokin' TBone
Ride wit 30's & 50's, we ain't worried bout wrongs
I see you be, I be smokin' on all that Scoob
Drop 4's in the cup, drink Henny b*tch I don't drink goose
We be smokin' on Posto, we be smokin' on Scoob
Steady
[Verse 1: Smoke Da Don]
If the opps are losin', why the f*ck n*ggas screamin' die L's?
Wanna G have it on my belts
'Cause I hit a lick just tryna get my sell
10 year n*gga, EBK y'all f*ck with some fan n*ggas
GDK, can't f*ck with Brick n*ggas
CPDK, free the guys 'cause them real n*ggas
Free the gang, been in it since lil n*ggas
On the block anyway I can merge that
I'ma Don, I can make a b*tch twerk that
You ain't gon' do sh*t but get upset
Prolly get cut up 'cause I'm up next
On top, grindin' hard got 'em so sad
Grew up, one mom n*gga one dad
But I ain't never ask for sh*t I got my own bag
Don't bite n*ggas style, got my own swag
Spend mula
In the back tinted up, smoke Tooka
Lil bro, El Cap, he'll do ya
30 shots in the clip big ruler, medula
Spend mula
In the back tinted up, smoke Tooka
Lil bro, El Cap, he'll do ya
30 shots in the clip big ruler, medula
(Gang)
[Chorus: Smoke Da Don]
P-O-S-T-O, I be smokin' Posto
Kutthroat f*ck around with the bricks gone head get Postoed
I be smokin on Scoob, I be smokin' TBone
Ride wit 30's & 50's, we ain't worried bout wrongs
I see you be, I be smokin' on all that Scoob
Drop 4's in the cup, drink Henny b*tch I don't drink goose
We be smokin' on Posto, we be smokin' on Scoob
Steady scorin' on opps, how the f*ck can we lose?

[Verse 2: Capo]
Smokin' on Posto and Scoob, them dead n*ggas they got my head gone
Do a show, check 50 bands
She ain't want me back then
Now she want me 'cause my bread long
Always on the block with me n*ggas
Steady smokin' dutch filled blunts with my n*ggas
f*ck a label, get dropped for my n*ggas
Smokin' T-Bone out a dutch or a swisher
We the hottest young n*ggas in the city
1-50 Roc-Block, n*gga real creatures
And not one n*gga that can f*ck with me
And I ride with myself, I don't trust any
And who gon' hold me down? My chopper
And me and Smoke still runnin' from them coppers
And we pull up then we catch you then we gotcha
RocBlock don't play, we see you, pull up, then we drop ya
Me and Smoke, we racin' to the toppa
Gold diggin' ass b*tch can't get my money, can't get my guapa
[Chorus: Smoke Da Don]
P-O-S-T-O, I be smokin' Posto
Kutthroat f*ck around with the bricks gone head get Postoed
I be smokin on Scoob, I be smokin' TBone
Ride wit 30's & 50's, we ain't worried bout wrongs