​snooze u lose

[verse 1]
I had to get in my groove, you snooze you lose
I move this tool, i do lil dude, cmon
Eeuughh
Cooking it fast just like a time lapse
Hit it then pass it just like a pack
Say he got the racks, what happened to that?
Rap like a stick generate some 2's
Stick just bang don't know how to stack
Twin from the Mac, don't know how to drive
I know some niggas still putting on masks
I know some-
Hating no me, i know some niggas still hating on-
I know the opps still waiting on me
Even yo friends still hating on you
Even yo bitch still banking on you
Yea that's that music i fuck with more
Shout out to my roomy shit raise the board
Bring that bitch to the show she gon hear the noise

[verse 2]
Persеrving the heat, pesеrving the pack, i don't send this shit out
Yuh, these rap niggas wock, they pitching they pennies they taking my splits out, cmon cmon
We cutting, we cutting of hands that stay tryna reach out
Yuh, i type in the pin this brain can't kick out
Maajins on his own shit
I don't fuck with niggas i could dumb shit
Brodi flick with the stick like a ben shit
Niggas get around guns start henchin
Lil nigga i'm not penny pinchin
Fuck a video gang we inventing
Watch my niggas hop out in that cadilac
Keep the sneaking my palm we gon bench him
These niggas they acting like divas
They need to be on baddies east, i step on this beat
You geeking and geek, niggas tweetin and tweet
I'm a beast to the yeast, she a beast to the meat
Step out, time, i am the masses
Pulling his passes, don't need my glasses
You in a hatchback im in a hatch in
He want the cool points, he is not tapped in
He-he-he is not tapped in, niggas be rivals
Take archival, brrrand new carbon
Jack my move list, jack my shit
Goddamn what's next, lil boy he starvin
Send them cars in, shoot like Harden
Okay start then, Valet parking
Can ya parsis, i'm a martian
You got marked one, i mark at ten
I got mark two, i blow shit up
Niggas ask me what i get up
Got some bread up, got my drip up
Catch yo bitch in Yoga Fitness
All them racks green, bitch no kizness
Won't go broke, won't grinch no Christmas
Yuhh, like ram niggas on my hitlists

[verse 3]
These niggas be fake it's time to come to life
I'm outa sight, i'm bouta say in France i'm biting bites
I got it nice, i eat it rice.. yea
Got this shit right, laced up my tights
I'm in the game i'm ready to end it
I love grinding, my eyes fall and i'm ready to spend it
Day and night i bust my ass the say i'm lyyying
Can't tell you in my, life
I don't know how i, try
What had happened?

[outro]
EYES UP, EYES UP, EYES UP, EYES UP