Losin - Gucci Mane

She choosin' but nigga you losin'\nWhen I’m cruisin' my top I’m losin'\nIn Vegas gamblin' all night but I’m losin'\nJust bought a ten pack\nI hope it ain’t losin'\nI bet 50 with the hoes but they losin'\nAnd she a bad bitch so she don’t like losin'\nI hope these niggas don’t try me, I’ll lose it\nI told her strap everyday and I’ll use it\nBad as hell, got me mad as hell\nFrom her toes to her nails\n&got a tail like a whale\nOnly time a tell\nI’m sending packs in the mail\nImma fool with a scale\nAnd I’m more plugged than the mail\nAnd when my pack hit ATL\nIt’s like my number just fell\nI’m catchin juggs just right before pre-trial\nI don’t give no fuck bout no 12\nAnd if all else fails\nI’ll be trappin at the tel'\nI gotta house in the hills\nAnd a penthouse 12\nI move like I was Derek Farell\nMy mama moved me East Atlanta\nLike the Prince of Bel Air\nMan all the dueces I sold\nMan I should get the chair\nAin’t no excuse my nigga\nAsk you why you broke as hell\nIt’s Gucci!\nA lot of niggas wanna be like Gucci\nFuck around a murder charge like Boosie\nI know the feds wanna kill me like Tookie\nYo brother suck a glass dick like Pookie\nI was makin music still servin dueces\nWalkin just draw salute me or shoot me\nI serve bags, serve pipe, serve looseys\nI sip lean like a nigga come from Houston\nHow you feel knowin yo favorite rapper pussy\nIn his video dancin like Missy\nGold Audemar 90 thousand plain jane\nI threw the rocks in it\nCost me 160\nWat happenin\nI’ll never date a loser\nI went to the casino and lost like a muthafucka\nDamn I couldn’t even find the shit I was lost\nPolice tried to pull me over but I lost them\nI lost one of my hoes out there\nOne of my best bitches\nThink I lost track what I was finna say\nThis bitch must of lost her fuckin mind\nSmokin on kush I done lost my keys\nI winnin\nYou losin\nIt’s Gucci\nIt’s Gucci!