Lose it all today Lyrics – Veeze

Read the full Lose it all today lyrics by Veeze from the album Y’all Won along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Veeze’s music, you can also explore Kount Ya Hat, another song by Veeze.

[Intro]
Ah, yeah
(If I catch another motherfu*ker talking sweet about Bass Kids)
(I’m fu*king beating they ass)
(??)
YSL

[Verse 1]
Lose it all today, who gon’ help me get it?
Really rich, lil’ b!tch, this ain’t rich spirit (No cap)
A different bracket, my tax in the seven digits
He seen them pics of Uncle Sam, he ain’t never getting
Handle business, Chrome Heart, clear lenses, yeah
These n!ggas hate I’m in the field, probably fake an injury (Fake ass)
I don’t wanna paint the picture, they just takе the picture (Cop)
Got so big that they backstab can’t еven kill me
Was sipping Wock’ for a minute, now I can’t resist it
Codeine for the field goal play, I’m the s*it kicker
Opps had the block, then I had it, they all nepotism, yeah
All the n!ggas I looked up to, now I’m richer than them (Flrrt)
Baby, what you need? What you want? (Beep) I’m singing to you
Let me pull that over from the back like a state trooper (Go)
She gon’ fu*k a real n!gga, she gon’ fu*k a lame too (She gon’ fu*k)
You could fu*k my bro, baby, I’ll never hate you (Never)
Tryna hit it up, man, that b!tch could raise a space coupe (Skrrt)
Walk in the club (Skrrt), play my songs like the theme music (Yeah, yeah)
Money can’t compare, you get the chance to see how fame do
Brodie doing life, he said he dreaming that they let him loose
Do the game love a n!gga back? S*it, I don’t know
Think I got this far for me to quit, that ain’t in my blood
It’s a watch challenge, what’s your wrist worth? Hold it up
Chain swinging, can’t be fu*ked with, never tucked, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta go to sleep just to sober up, yeah
My baby bottle clean, I ain’t growing up, yeah
We walking n!ggas down, we don’t run the gun (Fah, fah)

The brokest n!ggas loud, so I ain’t saying nothing (Shh)

[Verse 2]
Stay sipping syrup every day, look what the color was
Talking to the billionaires, telling me that I’m next up
I could slice your wrist with it, that’s how new the money was
N!ggas want my stamp back, can’t even get that city love
First I did the country, then I fu*ked the world up
Went to other countries, shopped and bought the bro something
I can’t even be mad, I kicked my cup ’cause I got more drügs
Diamonds on me look just like the Bible, Jesus stoned up, n!gga

[Chorus]
I gotta go to sleep just to sober up (Shh)
My baby bottle clean, I ain’t growing up
We walking n!ggas down, we don’t run the gun (Fah, fah, fah)
The brokest n!ggas loud, so I ain’t saying nothing

[Verse 3]
This n!ggas false claim, can’t even throw they hood up
Game I got from ghetto, it helped me put two mill’ up
All my n!ggas rich, helped me out when I ain’t had much
Money never running out, but now I got a time budget
Serve him out a deal, the hood they put on me for me
Looking at the mic, so big, man, it fu*k with me
Cried for my n!gga (??), fighting for his custody
But his daughter died before his son even got to meet her
You know it makes them mad, we gon’ be fresher than they gotta be
I’ma flip
[it back/a bag] (??) like I’m part of the gymnastics team
I’m a helping hand, just don’t think that you finessing me
Always giving back, I just don’t wanna do it publicly
Shoutout lil’ bruh, smarter than I’ll ever be
All my n!ggas snakes, I’d probably still be selling weed
I’m in Saint Laurent, these n!ggas in Saint Vanity
Smurk told me go hard, I’m praying for his family, no cap

[Outro]
Dedicate this song to my n!gga (??) daughter, man, gone too soon
To my two nieces, three godsons
Long live brother (??), man,
[send mine home, bro] (??)
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