Byemilo - Losers Lyrics

F*ck an ex bitch, f*ck the next chick
I been moving on, cashing checks In
I had fake friends now it's f*ck them
Used to cry about it now I dead it end, end
We all growing up trynna get rich
We want money Broski, f*ck this being broke -ish
Minks and gold chains, Pills and cocaine
Cherry cola feel Like Lana switching lane to lane
I just want diamonds that hurt on my wrist
Cop a black Beamer do donuts and shit
Still in civic with bitches in it
Rings on my hands leave a mark when you hit
Gold in my mouth just to shine on a bitch
Got me a check for my soul now it's lit
I filled the hole with some glitter and gold
Chain on my neck dad my tears froze
Whoa, uh, yeah, ey
95 on the highway trynna burn out speed up my day
Get to heaven think I might stay
Oh shit, serving like it's 06
Summer blonded homesick oh shit

Boys wanna talk, let them all chat
Gummy with dial tone, let them hear that
Ooh they better watch they back
Cause If I ever catch them slipping Ima lay em flat
On sight
(Heard you talking shit baby boy pull up)
On sight
(If you chirping bout' my click go ahead pull up)
On sight
(I ain't f*cking with you motherf*ckers pull up)
When I pull up to that light like
(Baby boy, baby boy, pull up)

Heart iced out its not shiny is just broken
Young depressed and numb
Wait for me until I'm rolling
One day baby Ima have my moment
Stunt on everybody gotta bury my emotion
(I mean)
What you thought all I brought
Baggage baby it's a lot, Nina Nina chop A thot
Can't dwell on that I gotta stop
Moving out and feeling lost, feeling like a f*cking boss
Tell me baby what's the cost, can't hear over all this sauce
I know some people that try to be neon
They all wanna shine
Growing up now is wasting my time
F*ck do you mean that I ain't gone get mine
No time for friends!
(I need to make rent)
Ima move out!
(What I've always dreamt)
Mama gone hate me!
(I know I'm correct)
The numbers gon jump!
(So f*ck it's lit)
All my doors is suicide, let's go for a drive
Rolling with the doors up, cuts gone make me die
Packed my whole life up in a suitcase
Now I'm just another dreamer on the chase

Boys wanna talk, let them all chat
Gummy with dial tone, let them hear that
Ooh they better watch they back
Cause If I ever catch them slipping Ima lay em flat
On sight
(Heard you talking shit baby boy pull up)
On sight
(If you chirping bout' my click go ahead pull up)
On sight
(I ain't f*cking with you motherf*ckers pull up)
When I pull up to that light like
(Baby boy, baby boy, pull up)

Look who came back from the dead
With some slit wrists and bullet in his head, aw man
Hanging with the gang from a noose and chain
And a shot made from bullets for the pain
Cannot f*ck with suicide I been too alive
Feeling like the boy the man and the mothef*cking guy
I been on a make the money mission
Since I got a couple listens
And these kids started f*cking with the vision
Rather be loser then to be yo f*cking friend
I am not rapper baby I do not pretend
Say what you about do not ever hold in
Like this, like this
I don't f*ck with f*ck boys, that is not my brand
F*ck all of you hype boys, popping all these xans
Ima about to fight boys, leave em all fans
Man I hate you nice boys, f*ck you and your fam
Bitch I'm a loser boy I know that I'm fake
Can't stand myself Don't feel okay or great
I hate I love you man this shit is played

Man I hate myself and so do my friends
Some people always feel need to pretend
Chip on my shoulder as I got older
18 and I'm still anti sober
Hit me in my phone next
My number hasn't changed
Miss me but acting strange
I guess, I guess I'm loser
I ain't got no friends I'm a loser