Losin Gucci Mane

[Chorus:]
She choosin but nigga you losin
When I’m cruisin my top I’m losin
In Vegas gamblin’ all night but I’m losin
Just bought a ten pack
I hope it ain’t losin
I bet 50 with the hoes but they losin’
And she a bad bitch so she don’t like losin’
I hope these niggas don’t try me, I’ll lose it
I told her strap everyday and I’ll use it

[Verse 1:]
Bad as hell, got me mad as hell
From her toes to her nails
& Got a tail like a whale
Only time a tell
I’m sending packs in the mail
Imma fool with a scale
And I’m more plugged than the mail
And when my pack hit ATL
It’s like my number just fell
I’m catchin juggs just right before pre-trial
I don’t give no fuck bout no 12
And if all else fails
I’ll be trappin at the tel’
I gotta house in the hills
And a penthouse ? 12
I move ??? like I was Derek Farell
My mama moved me East Atlanta
Like the Prince of Bel Air
Man all the dueces I sold
Man I should get the chair
Ain’t no excuse my nigga
Ask you why you broke as hell
It’s Gucci!