Lyrics Will Not Lose – NLE Choppa, Fridayy
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
Know what I’m sayin’
Ayy, them boys, they counted me out
We ain’t got nothing to lose
But we got something to prove
They left me for dead
In my darkest moments I ain’t see the sunshine
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
But it’s all good
They can’t kill me, they can’t hurt me
We ain’t got nothing to lose
But we got something to prove
They can’t bend for break me
Ayy, fill that car up, make sure pressure in it
A hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Shots are better with me, yeah
Them n**gas f**ked, but I was celibate
I hung my jersey up, I’m back out of retirement
Electric Slide on ’em
Chopped Charger and two steppers when we ride on ’em
I survived, homie, flat lines, I’m allergic to it, I run from it, yeah
We take a loss and then we shake back
They took one and couldn’t take that
I know them n**gas hate that, for real
The real Reaper in the flesh, n**ga, I’m above death
I got somethin’ to prove, leave his head hangin’ off his neck
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
We ain’t got nothing to lose
I, will
Not
But we got something to prove
Lose, hh hm
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
We ain’t got nothing to lose
I, will
Not
But we got something to prove
Lose
Hardbody
Ain’t nothin’ that can break me, b**ch, God got me
Anything that happened to me, I did probably
.. of my enemy, I know he heard ’bout me
Send another my way, it’s gon’ be another body
Nothin’ to lose, but my life, can’t let nobody take me
As long as I can take a deep breath, forever grateful
As long as .. call my phone and check her baby
I’ma be all good, don’t worry ’bout my safety
To kill me, you gon’ need more than a gun and a bullet
The whole Heaven gotta be backin’ you when you pull it
Gotta be a pro behind that trigger, not a rookie
The Devil himself gotta do it, it can’t be no p**sy
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
We ain’t got nothing to lose
I, will
Not
But we got something to prove
Lose, hh hm
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
We ain’t got nothing to lose
I, will
Not
But we got something to prove
Lose
They ain’t got too much to say
And every dog has his day
When it’s mine, I’ma be okay
This just the price we gotta pray
Check one and we stretch somethin’ on a walk up
To my dead homies representin’ all of us
Know them n**gas hatin’ on me, but tell ’em all love
At that next stone, jump ships, no no no no
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
We ain’t got nothing to lose
But we got something to prove
Will not lose, no
Cross that line, we bend the rules
Wrong or right, we gotta chose
Wrong or right, it’s up to you
Will
We ain’t got nothing to lose
Not
But we got something to prove
Lose…
➤ Written by Bryson Lashun Potts (NLE Choppa), Andre Robertson, Francis Leblanc (Fridayy), Rodney Montreal
Album: Cottonwood 2
Produced by Bizness Boi, Fridayy, Fortune
NLE Choppa | Fridayy | 2023
