Loose Ends

[Verse 1 - Denairo]
That's why I've been on hustle since the ninth grade
Fifteen my nigga, now I got the juice like my name is OJ
Yeah yeah, I'm the man my nigga
S.O.X say roll the weed I'm like OK
Yeah yeah, where the skins my nigga
Now I got the scene popping like its champagne
Uh, uh, no ace my nigga
My momma say the bigger they are the harder they fall
So I ain't backing down for my nigga never at all
Man I ain't that tall but I got big balls
Catch me in the stu' rolling wee dby the law
What if I salute to my name on the wall
Fuck all ya haters trying to make a nigga fall
We just tryna get ours we ain't worried 'bout y'all
Biggest thing young lane homie push yo car
Shout out to Sach and my nigga S.O.X
My niggas go hard I ain't talkin' 'bout erections
Homie grab your pen I ain't teaching you a lesson
First you gotta stop with your Facebook flexin'
You know the game but your ass stay guessin'
Know all my mistakes and take dem as a lesson
Fuck your suggestion, preaching like a reverend
Nigga Halleluah it's time for collection
I ain't at the top but I aim in that direction
Tryna get a mention, tryna get my hands in
Tryna get my hands in, shout out to my man M
Stick it to the grind Niggas on the same shit
And I can't stand it
Me and my niggas been cool since the motherfucking sandpit
Man we speak the same language

[Hook - S.O.X]
Me and my niggas we turning it up
Roll up that doja we burning it up (burn it up)
That's right, no lie
My hitta if you with it then you ride or die, oh I
Me and my niggas alright
My nigga if you ain't then you rather go die, oh right
Fucking fake ass new friends, we be tying up those Loose Ends

[Verse 2 - Denairo]
Boy I go hard like a third world shotta
I ain't that rich but I'm tryna get my numbers up
Rappers talk beef but they ain't ever running up
Catch me with a spliff because a nigga always rollin up
Ya cliques whack boy why the hell you mad at us
Ain't my fault that your flow is mediocre
You should do videos next to a dump truck
Cause your shit trash boy you know you done fucked up
I drop the mixtape had you niggas backing up
Trust me homie you don't wanna see me act up
Games over ho, gone on put your pads up
True to my religon feel god no act up
You a phony homie think that you know me
But you don't know a single thing about Tony
I ride for my niggas, get high with my niggas
Tryna keep my business low keep my haters still on me, like

[Hook - S.O.X]
Me and my niggas we turning it up
Roll up that doja we burning it up (burn it up)
That's right, no lie
My hitta if you with it then you ride or die, oh I
Me and my niggas alright
My nigga if you ain't then you rather go die, oh right
Fucking fake ass new friends, we be tying up those Loose Ends
Bitch