Thought U Lost It - Caskey

«Yeah»

2016 no more games with these fuckboys

Cash Money mo' fuckin' records bitch

Yeah yeah, smoke one

«It happened it 1947»

Yea

The bigger the test the bigger the conquest

The bigger the check the bigger the complex

This morning I woke up to some bomb sex, from a freak bitch that I met at the

front desk

Takin' off like my brother off-set

Cause I got the diamonds Bird gave me they offset

Somebody gotta point me out a rapper who ain’t taken a loss yet

«Point em' out»

I turn this downtime into cross-fit

2-thousand-16 I’m on boss shit

Even when I served, I was never on no «takin' no loss» shit

You ain’t got a pistol don’t floss shit

My homies they a different type of artist they draw shit

Have you feelin' sketched out playin' shit safe the best route

These the games you wanna be left out

Sometimes I get on percocet when I’m stressed out

Other times I get some head with her chest out

How many hoes I fucked that I can’t announce

Cause she got a man, try me, I make the cannon bounce

Yea

Us black & white, San Antonio Spurs, if you ain’t bout' action then you only

your words

If you ain’t actively manifestin' yo destiny it only occurs

If it don’t hook you in it’s only a verse

If you been talkin' like you gon' do something to me show me your worst

I ain’t scared of nothin' I’m shootin' first

Yea!

Goddamn!

Thought you might’ve lost it

Heard you just hit up Avianne with the watch and you told em boy to frost it!

Goddamn!

Thought you might’ve lost it

Heard some of the shit that you dropped last year and you sounded so exhausted

Goddamn!

Pull up whippin' at the spot sittin' low its the 4-pop

Somethin' fishy bout' ya like you work at the pro-shop

All of y’all dramatic like you act on the Soap-Op

Prolly cause my shit is poppin' off and you so not

Don’t wanna be like Jay poloticin' with Politician

Rather be on shrooms at the beach writin' composition

I put in the effort there ain’t gonna be competition

This a PSA to every rapper, yo clock is tickin' gotta vision gotta mission

gotta let it know that I’m not permittin'

Anybody stoppin' my shine got a pot to piss in but that ain’t finna' stop me

from shittin' on em'

Yea

That ain’t finna' stop the sauce from drippin' on em'

They sendin' shots by the lyrical context

But I don’t talk about the spiritual concepts

But sometimes gotta increase the fan-base

I know a snake when he can’t do the handshake!

Put the lawnmower to landscape

Start to paint a picture so vivid you can’t erase

Handle plates

Our country-fucked if I’m assessin' the candidates

If Donald Trump wins maybe a man of space

I’d still be smokin' on Moon Rocks

Holla' at the days I had dime bags stuffed in the tube socks

I got a mouth like that jit on The Boondocks

I’m tryna' stack 6 figures 'n' shoe box

Goddamn!

Thought you might’ve lost it

Heard you just hit up Avianne with the watch and you told em boy to frost it!

Goddamn!

Thought you might’ve lost it

Heard some of the shit that you dropped last year and you sounded so exhausted

Goddamn!

Whew, still got it

Thought you might’ve lost it

Heard you just bought the whole team new brights and you had them all frosted!

Goddamn!

Still got it

«GAHDDAMN!»

Thought you might’ve lost it

«Lost it, yeah»

«God-damn you still got it»

Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea

Life’s a bitch and I’m Bill Cosby

Countin' more money I’m in the lobby

We got the hoes and got the oil Abu Dhabi

Stuntin' ain’t only a habit that shit a hobbie, you got me?

Pussy better never try me I’m with the YG

Someone asked him «Where is the chopper?»

He said «Beside me»

Someone asked me where are my problems

I said «Behind me»

Same place I left all my haters they tryna' blind me

My bitches wily, they on a trance out they body

On the molly

Going fast, no Ducati

Jump out Bugatti

Got that shit they tryna' copy, it never stop me

Told my bitch to get the posse

Bout to do a fucking naked tour I feel like Miley

Half these bitches lookin' at my dick and gettin' smiley

I’m tryna' dip and tryna' disappear they tryna find me so I dont need a critic

to remind me

That I still got it

Bitch

«Oh my god, its gonna explode»

«I'm in a 15, velocity 2,900 feet-per-second.

Altitude 9 nautical miles,

stands remained distance 7 nautical miles.»

«This is not standard this is not something that is planned…»