Make Me Lose It

Better shoot that TNT
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 (Mmm, Trill got the juice, nigga)
 These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
 Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
 Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
 And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
 Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
 These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
 In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion
 You can keep your two cents if it ain't help me make these millions
 You can keep your two cеnts, bitch, you ain't help me make a dimе
 Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wastin' time
 I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
 I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine
 Wake up in the trenches, can't leave the house without my nine
 Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
 Gotta keep a gun, don't wanna see his mama crying
 If it's a shootout I'm not gonna be the one that's dying
 Shots go off, shots firing
 Can't find the opps, they love hiding
 Step in my scope, I love sniping
 I ain't got time for no fighting
 Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez
 Give no fucks, I'ma let it bang will let papa do their thing
 Let 'em hear my Glock sing
 Sharpshooter, don't need no range
 All my niggas tryna bust his brain
 My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame
 Used to run in the streets now I'm runnin' the thing
 A brand-new coupe now it's switching lanes
 Got a brand-new bitch drive me insane
 She just get the dick, you don't get a ring
 These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
 Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
 Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
 And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
 Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
 These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
 In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion
 You can keep your two cents if it ain't help me make these millions
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 These niggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
 Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
 Swear that my life is fucked up with nothin' but sin
 And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
 Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
 These niggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
 In real life I'm winning, so fuck you and your opinion
 You can keep your two cents if it ain't help me make these millions