Toxic

Bitch stop it. I ain't tryna be alone but I ain't tryna play no games that shit not it
Shit toxic, lame niggas wanna fuck with me now because my pockets getting too thick. Like who this, ex hoe steady calling my phone, im at the top with me new bitch. Bitch you sold dont be the next on my block list
You hating ass niggas finna be watching from the mosh pits
You not shit, I can take a nigga bitch, beat her back, give her back, she gonna come running back like a track star, facts
And I ain't worried bout no bitch, I want these racks, I can beat a bitch cat on command, that shit not hard
Me and Los ain't gotta act, we making plaques
Money already stackin to the clouds, (stacking to the clouds)
And dont you ever think we coming down, where these fake bitches come around
Bitch i ain’t stutter, look at the numbers they running up look how these niggas start switching up
Pockets are thickened up, can't even fold up my wallet so i hold a brick with a Glock and a switch on it
Dont you start coming ‘round showing fake love when we at the top hittin better than drake
This ain't for fame, Im doing this to get my money up to keep my family safe

Family safe
Dont you start showing fake love
Remember you laughed in my face
You can not stay, you gotta get out my face
That shit is not up for debate
Bitch I’ll catch a case
Stay out of my way
Don’t try to knock me off my grind cause i’ll leave you dead where you stay
Cause i do not got time to play
Dont give a damn whether you love me or hate me

Back when I said “I’ll be next” they had no faith
Laughed in my face and all I ever said was “okay”
Never really cared cause they’ll be mad when I’m on stage
Don’t you apologize, I promise you it’s too late
I said I’ll be better but not gonna lie this is crazy
My momma knew this shit from the start, since a baby
Not new to fans so when they come they won't phase me
I’m just loving the fact that y’all gonna keep this shit on repeat

Shawty so toxic, he wanna play he get put in a coffin
Niggas be stalking and niggas be watching
I catch em walkin i got to off em
She wanting Losso but i don't want her
I don't need no bitches my wife i prefer
II know that she crazy she know i don't care
She screaming my name and i'm pulling her hair
All of these niggas be bitches
I know you want me so slide me them digits
He talking shit we gon get his wig splitted
Know im a chef with the shit so you could say I'm in the kitchen
No i ain't fucking that bitch cause i know she just want my riches
You know i'm a great white and all you niggas is some fishes
When i'm feeling lonely at night i need a hug and some kisses
Know i'm just moving around its just Losso and his Mrs
Just Losso and his Mrs
I really really miss you
I really want to kiss you
Know i ain't fucking with these bitches
You know its just me and you and my tool
All up in the picture
I know you getting thicker
But i think that might be the liquor