Again lyrics

[Hook: Koshi & Loser]
Think I’m in france
All of this bread in my hands, Burberry pants
I need a crib in Japan, she got a mans
How come she back here again, ya
Aye, how come she back here again ya, woah, aye
Now she hit my phone like every week
Sayin’ sh*t like, “Loser can we link?”
She just wanna f*ck me cause I sing
Best believe that b*tch won’t get a ring

[Verse: Koshi & Loser]
I got the cash I need some more
I’m in Japan with ya ho
I might just beat down ya door
Ball like a pro I got 80, D. Rose ya
You keep a stick
It don’t matter cause I’m keepin yo b*tch
(It don’t matter cause I’m, aye yuh)
Look at the fit
Look like I’m hittin’ them licks
I wanna fly like bat
Passing around like I’m Dak
Loser always on attack
Meanwhile you stuck on the map
I be gettin to the cash, you be gettin to it last
I got hella friends, they all dead in my pocket
Lincoln, Grant, and Franklin in the cut I got options
Brothers gon be stars goin’ far like the comets
Cold star, like guitars we be rockin’
All night with my brother we just ride around the city ya
I don’t f*ck with 20’s b*tch I need 100’s and 50’s ya
She said, “let’s go see a movie”
I said b*tch this ain’t the 50’s ya
When I do this music sh*t big I won’t take you with me ya
You ain’t what you claim
b*tch you ain’t part of the gang
High like a plane
But I ain’t smoking on dank
Too many chains
Ain’t even pay
I need bank
What did she think?
That she could stay
Now you can’t hang ya
Ya, no you can’t hang, ya
[Hook: Koshi & Loser]
Think I’m in france
All of this bread in my hands, Burberry pants
I need a crib in Japan, she got a mans
How come she back here again, ya
Aye, how come she back here again ya, woah, aye
Now she hit my phone like every week
Sayin’ sh*t like, “Loser can we link?”
She just wanna f*ck me cause I sing
Best believe that b*tch won’t get a ring