text: Losses & Winnings Lyrics
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  Losses and winnings
  Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system
  Still trap phones, bandos 
  Still blenders in kitchens 
  Just got a 9 in the PM
  Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions 
  We’re some real drug dealers 
  You won’t need a prescription
  All of my niggas do drillings 
  All these feds tryna ask for descriptions 
  All these feds tryna ask for a witness
  From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
  And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions
  I just got a source for some TT dots
  Told this fiend take it to the head like Krillin
  My social phone’s EE
  But I got my Lyca phone still ringin
  I do road for my GG
  My aim’s mad so it’s all safe for civilians
  Plus you can’t tell me about dippings
  More time I lean, finesse that with riddim
  Been love with the trap, caught feelings
  I stack this money to the ceiling
  And that’s till I’m sittin on a million
  And that’s till I’m on a yacht just chillin
  I got beef on the streets when there’s tings on the market
  I can’t give a show of what it cost
  The last time I done road, my lil bro Tizz took a 6 for that loss
  I got my niggas on the road and there still doin bits and bobs
  They got their arse filled with dots
  The last time I put in the work on a weekday
  I had my yard filled with cops
  And its these 3-hour trips out the M-way
  I got my bag filled with prof
  Still winning when I take a loss
  Losses and winnings
  Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system
  Still trap phones, bandos 
  Still blenders in kitchens 
  Just got a 9 in the PM
  Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions 
  We’re some real drug dealers 
  You won’t need a prescription
  All of my niggas do drillings 
  All these feds tryna ask for descriptions 
  All these feds tryna ask for a witness
  From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
  And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions
  Feds boomed off my door, tryna catch Headie one slippin
  Now they’re all up in my phone, tryna do me like Hillary Clinton
  I got all my lil niggas from home office
  Cah all they wanna do is dippings
  That’s why I’m out here tryna score
  Like Harry Kane, excellent finish
  Bad B come to the niz and she ain’t bringing no knickers 
  I gotta keep shawty on O cah I can’t mix pleasure with business
  I can do a whole 28 by eye
  Moretime I don’t need digis 
  And my trap phone just ring ring
  Moretime I don’t need minutes 
  I’m on the opp block movin devilish 
  I’m a jump out specialist 
  Put him in the air like Nemesis 
  And I keep my hands where the levers is
  I got a big ting lookin pregnant
  Got a big ting lookin like Rikishi
  I still put Chris Brown in the press
  But anyone fall for Karrueche
  Losses and winnings
  Me and bro do 90 on the M-way and I’m still fresh out the system
  Still trap phones, bandos 
  Still blenders in kitchens 
  Just got a 9 in the PM
  Like the football league that shit’s going straight into divisions 
  We’re some real drug dealers 
  You won’t need a prescription
  All of my niggas do drillings 
  All these feds tryna ask for descriptions 
  All these feds tryna ask for a witness
  From way back, Headie been a OFB realist
  And I ain’t gotta ask for opinions Embed