Lose It

Ooo I'm about to lose it
If a mother fer try me stupid
Pop a perc vibe out to the music
Good vibes over here you can cool it
I'm about to lose it
I'm about to lose it

I showed her
Yves Saint Laurent
Like she never met him before
Sipping on henny and rocks
I used to move rocks by the store
To many Fs got me hot
I picked up and moved down the road
I keep it solid like gold
Always ten toes on the low
Can't go
Won't go
I'm coming in
Through the back door yea
Side h your main h
Either way know that she's
Fixin' To Go
I take it slow
I'm trying to f off the four
She's trying to f on the floor
I put that h on the floor
Got my face now I gotta go
Me and my bro get the skully
Fully loaded when I'm pulling
If we going it's a motive
Poling poling Glock holding
I keep the block in motion
More spots then the chicken pox
I keep it smoother than lotion
Ain't no folding b we going
Up in the roster
It's fixing to cost you
I'm moving more than a package
This designer be taxing
And I got the flavor
I got some paper
If I don't got time then I'll make it
We keep it player like I need a agent
Falling in trouble
I ain't making no statement
And that's on my baby

Ooo I'm about to lose it
If a mother fer try me stupid
Pop a perc vibe out to the music
Good vibes over here you can cool it
I'm about to lose it
I'm about to lose it
Ooo I'm about to lose it
If a mother fer try me stupid
Pop a perc vibe out to the music
Good vibes over here you can cool it
I'm about to lose it
I'm about to lose it

I'm trying to catch these bites
So I can sit back and be full
Trying to move my fam
Out the hood
To a big house with a pool
With this rap s or without it
Me and my brothers
Moving mountains
How can you doubt us
Now that these records are sounding
Miles ahead
Know your place on the ladder
Don't let that go over your head
All that bull s it don't matter
You gotta think for yourself
Forget about all the chatter
I remember being down bad
But that just made me hustler harder
I learned to forgive and forget
But that just made me
realize all my faults
Because it's me or nobody
And if I wasn't really about it
We would've been
Down on our bottoms
But we came up from the bottom
She ski the snow like it's slalom
I say Hakuna Matata
I'm trying to make me my dollars
I ain't even that bothered
On my momma
I'm gonna make it this year
Got to many hits in here
I'm about to drop like a gear
Goldroom with the chandeliers
Fly break the record
And it's getting cleared
Beautiful women
Trying to make children
I'm about to lose it like slim



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Writer(s): Sawyer Smith
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