Losing My Mind, Pt.2
Yessir
Let me take a sip of that, magic potion
MJ secret stuff
(Meech)
I'm 'Vette shoppin', you back seat hoppin'
You be talkin' like a bitch, you look gay, you need to stop it
Pop a nigga up, right hand, he won't survive it
I know you feel sick, everywhere I'm the topic
I'll never fuck again, you ain't even my last option
You ain't wanna see me big, you gon' hate what I accomplish
All my niggas, they'll kill you, fuck I look like boxin'?
You know what's going on if he play he a Swanson
These guns ain't for show, you'll really get shot
Get the drop so quick, we done found out his block
Nigga you ain't come home, so the house caught the shots
I'ma say that shit again, play with us, you get dropped
I was wastin' time with these nothing ass bitches
I had a couple who was used to being with some broke niggas
Your nigga, he a slab, see that's a go figure
You was just in my bed, now he on a post with you
But I'd be lame if I upload you, on my kids
I should've left you on read, when you wanted my attention
We was really cool, I thought I knew what you was feelin'
No cap, you the reason why I don't trust bitches
I'm up, dawg, shit, I can't be in my feelings
How I'm rich without you, it don't make me no difference
I'm in Off-White, this Revive newest shipment
Mitch pulled out my size, 'cause he know I'ma get it
Came up on my own, I ain't have no big homie
I ain't have a cosign, so you can't lil' bro me
My bitch is Italian, she look like a trophy
I think she Chaldean, her people might know me
For Mother's Day she got a car, not no flowers and cards
My chain been done, just been up buyin' cars
Walkin' up with my Ruger, I was high off of bars
He broke in my city, got shot in his yard
My next house gon' be built with a lake in the back
You kick in this door, you get shot in your neck
Catch some from this K, and he ain't comin' back
My car SRT and her head in my lap
I'm too fuckin' hard, bruh
This shit don't make no sense
I'm still the same, man
Still flawless still
I'm still the fuckin' G.O.A.T
The biggest G.O.A.T
I started this shit
Come copy me again
All we smoke is wind
(Meech)
It's like seven in the mornin'
I'm recordin' in one of these rooms in my house
I forgot which one
The biggest
Let me take a sip of that, magic potion
MJ secret stuff
(Meech)
I'm 'Vette shoppin', you back seat hoppin'
You be talkin' like a bitch, you look gay, you need to stop it
Pop a nigga up, right hand, he won't survive it
I know you feel sick, everywhere I'm the topic
I'll never fuck again, you ain't even my last option
You ain't wanna see me big, you gon' hate what I accomplish
All my niggas, they'll kill you, fuck I look like boxin'?
You know what's going on if he play he a Swanson
These guns ain't for show, you'll really get shot
Get the drop so quick, we done found out his block
Nigga you ain't come home, so the house caught the shots
I'ma say that shit again, play with us, you get dropped
I was wastin' time with these nothing ass bitches
I had a couple who was used to being with some broke niggas
Your nigga, he a slab, see that's a go figure
You was just in my bed, now he on a post with you
But I'd be lame if I upload you, on my kids
I should've left you on read, when you wanted my attention
We was really cool, I thought I knew what you was feelin'
No cap, you the reason why I don't trust bitches
I'm up, dawg, shit, I can't be in my feelings
How I'm rich without you, it don't make me no difference
I'm in Off-White, this Revive newest shipment
Mitch pulled out my size, 'cause he know I'ma get it
Came up on my own, I ain't have no big homie
I ain't have a cosign, so you can't lil' bro me
My bitch is Italian, she look like a trophy
I think she Chaldean, her people might know me
For Mother's Day she got a car, not no flowers and cards
My chain been done, just been up buyin' cars
Walkin' up with my Ruger, I was high off of bars
He broke in my city, got shot in his yard
My next house gon' be built with a lake in the back
You kick in this door, you get shot in your neck
Catch some from this K, and he ain't comin' back
My car SRT and her head in my lap
I'm too fuckin' hard, bruh
This shit don't make no sense
I'm still the same, man
Still flawless still
I'm still the fuckin' G.O.A.T
The biggest G.O.A.T
I started this shit
Come copy me again
All we smoke is wind
(Meech)
It's like seven in the mornin'
I'm recordin' in one of these rooms in my house
I forgot which one
The biggest
Credits
Writer(s): Jaelin Parker
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