LOST REMIX

[Intro]
Je t'aime Milanezie
Dammit, LUNA

[Verse 1: TraceyLovePecuilar]
She want me and I don't want her
Niggas hate on me 'cause my money longer
Xan' got me sky-walker
It's lust so I ain't even love her
So, you know I had to fuckin' dub her
We fuck, she don't want to use the rubber
Send her home, she caught a fuckin' Uber
That was yo' bitch so I had to use her (Dammit, LUNA)
That was yo' bitch so I had to take it (Je t'aime Milanezie)
Smoking gas, roll the fuckin' paper
[?] he walk with a [?]
Might take his chain , in the fuckin' dark
I got a .9, he don't wanna [?]
He want a linе, I'ma have to tax
He smokin' mid, not no fuckin' Thrax
She just want lovе, I want fucking racks
I'm on a trip, boy, I stay relaxed
I'ma smoke this gas 'til my lungs collapse
You wanted exotic so I had to tax
I'm fucking yo' bitch and I'm giving her back
Gas, nigga, flexing the bag
I hop in that coupe, and you know it's all black
Fuck up that money, then bounce back
Break that bitch off like a fuckin' Kit-Kat
Claiming he gang but he not with that

[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
Fah, fah, fah
Shawty so bad, tell her come over
Bitch, I'm high, I can't be sober
Riding in a stolen Rover
Fuck 12, I cannot pull over (On God)
Bitch, what the fuck? My tank on E
Now I'm running from the damn police (Fah, fah, fah)
If it's up, then it's stuck on me
Glock .9 with the fucking beam
Shawty so bad and she from Chicago
You know that I'm putting in work, no trabajo
Ten toes down, nigga, that's my motto
Glock get to singing like Demi Lovato
R.I.P. DJ, my fucking hermano
You know I'm skipping classes with my bitch (On God)
You know this FN blasting for my bitch
He wanna [?], I'ma text him the 'zip (Fah, fah)
But fuck all of that, I was in school had to zip up my duffle bag
You niggas fu, I say, "Ask him, "What's up with that?""
Shawty so bad so you know that I'm cuffing that
I spend a band, I'ma make it right back
I spend a band, I'ma make it right back (Fah, fah)
I spend a band imma make it right ba—

[Outro: KA$HDAMI]
Shawty so bad, tell her come over
Bitch, I'm high, I can't be sober
Riding in a stolen Rover
Fuck 12, I cannot pull over (On God)
Bitch, what the fuck? My tank on E
Now I'm running from the damn police (Fah, fah, fah)
If it's up, then it's stuck on me
Glock .9 with the fucking beam
Shawty so bad and she from Chicago
You know that I'm putting in work, no trabajo
Ten toes down, nigga, that's my motto
Glock get to singing like Demi Lovato
R.I.P. DJ, my fucking hermano
You know I'm skipping classes with my bitch (On God)
You know this FN blasting for my bitch
He wanna [?], I'ma text him the 'zip (Fah, fah)
But fu—