LOOSE

[Chorus: Sean Leon] Bitches gettin' loose Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn) This shit be the proof (Damn) We be gettin' two [Verse 1: Jordan Fall, Sean Leon] They waitin' on it like they campin' out Real shit that we campaign 'bout Road to riches, on the champagne route Golden rings for the champions (Damn) Ayy, black and yellow diva (Yellow diva) So you know I had to steal her (Had to steal her) Pretty face with no concealer (No concealer) Behind the scenes, I bet you never seen her (Nеver seen her) I might pass her off to Leela (Off to Leela) Shit, I might pass hеr off to Teeya (Woo) They see us and they ease up See us and they freeze up Real talk, this ain't rappin' shit Backstage I ain't dappin' shit (Damn, haha) How they sendin' shots but ain't 'bouta dance? I'm rappin' now, let me take my stance, pussy (Whoa) [Chorus: Sean Leon] Bitches gettin' loose Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn) This shit be the proof (Damn) We be gettin' two (Yeah) [Verse 2: Jordan Fall] Whoa, lifestyle be unreal (Unreal) Had to keep my neck on chill (On chill) Diamonds in the pendant real (Real) Diamonds, independent, motherfuck a deal (Deal) Ayy, I be talkin' real shit when I'm standin' in the booth, hoe Yeah, false accusations, so far from the truth, hoe If I ain't over here then I'm back on the ground homie They be tryna watch our moves They be clockin' down the time homie Talkin' all this real shit, freestyle, hold up (Hold up) Had to bring it back, motherfucker wait, hold up (Hold up) I ain't really spittin', motherfucker I just throw up I be comin' from the B's, Westside on the glow up [Chorus: Sean Leon] Bitches gettin' loose Is it 'cause I got the juice? (Damn) This shit be the proof (Damn) We be gettin' two (Yeah) [Verse 3: Sean Leon] I be thinkin' about me Only think about me, I don't think about them I know why they hatin' on me I'm a independent nigga and I kill 'em with the pen [?] goatee Could've been a politician but I'd rather be a G They quote and they love my whole speech That's a real rock tee, three hunnid a pop for that Ain't seen my daughter, I been thinking 'bout revenge Eighty-four or five Benz, that's Daddivelli and friends Pop up on the scene, can't stop to talk to a fan I be on a date, she in awe, I'm gettin' the jaw later In there like a jawbreaker It's hard for me to hate this job In my mind I'm like an— (Ugh, shit) In my mind I'm like an inch from God I could pitch a flow, I could tear a clique apart Give her stiff dick, I could tear the clit apart I can diss, I can destroy or make real art I can be underground or be a popping star I could—