Sore Loser by KILL STACY Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kill Stacy]
Lead stuck all in him, he built like a pencil
That boy getting touched like the edge of a stencil
You pussy it's simple, I'm popping, no pimples
Im digging that gun in yo face like a dimple
He running, no temple, I buss, hit his mental
Still popping them shits outta foreigns not rentals
Then skrt on his ass, nigga check my credentials
I've been out here robbing, watch what you get into
Money, gon' came, either way I'm gon' get it
I run that shit up with my gang and I split it
Don't get it? forget it, you never gon' get it
Two clips on my hip, I shoot one you regret it
Bitches gon' spin on the dick like some rims
Lil bitch wan' fuck, then wan' fuck on my kin
Let her do what she want, then go back to your crib
And I'm up in them guts just to see how you live
Seen how you live and that shit makes me sick
I'm finna ball on you niggas, no rim
I'm going pro and these niggas still scrim
These lil niggas, ain't never had shit
Aye bitch, balling no rim
I'm going pro and these niggas still scrim
Take what they won, leave them crying again
Then it's back to the money, ain't falling off shit
[Verse 2: Lil Prada]
One clip, twelve shots won't miss
Thirty minutes, gimme that, I'll take yo bitch
I served a flip, in her throat she hold my kids
Bitch don't wanna kiss, I ain't worried bout a diss
Cause when I catch yo ass, stay on hush cause you a bitch
Bitch it's Crowlife 187 don't fight
Guess they toting straps, and I'll really take yo life
So don't fucking test, you won't make it through the night
I hit that fucking lick, then I skrt back on ten
I dropped my old ho, but I had to fuck her friend
Yo bitch gon' play the part and I'ma skrt of in the Benz
I hit that fuckin' lick, then I skrt back on the ten
Lead stuck all in him, he built like a pencil
That boy getting touched like the edge of a stencil
You pussy it's simple, I'm popping, no pimples
Im digging that gun in yo face like a dimple
He running, no temple, I buss, hit his mental
Still popping them shits outta foreigns not rentals
Then skrt on his ass, nigga check my credentials
I've been out here robbing, watch what you get into
Money, gon' came, either way I'm gon' get it
I run that shit up with my gang and I split it
Don't get it? forget it, you never gon' get it
Two clips on my hip, I shoot one you regret it
Bitches gon' spin on the dick like some rims
Lil bitch wan' fuck, then wan' fuck on my kin
Let her do what she want, then go back to your crib
And I'm up in them guts just to see how you live
Seen how you live and that shit makes me sick
I'm finna ball on you niggas, no rim
I'm going pro and these niggas still scrim
These lil niggas, ain't never had shit
Aye bitch, balling no rim
I'm going pro and these niggas still scrim
Take what they won, leave them crying again
Then it's back to the money, ain't falling off shit
[Verse 2: Lil Prada]
One clip, twelve shots won't miss
Thirty minutes, gimme that, I'll take yo bitch
I served a flip, in her throat she hold my kids
Bitch don't wanna kiss, I ain't worried bout a diss
Cause when I catch yo ass, stay on hush cause you a bitch
Bitch it's Crowlife 187 don't fight
Guess they toting straps, and I'll really take yo life
So don't fucking test, you won't make it through the night
I hit that fucking lick, then I skrt back on ten
I dropped my old ho, but I had to fuck her friend
Yo bitch gon' play the part and I'ma skrt of in the Benz
I hit that fuckin' lick, then I skrt back on the ten