Lost It

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Told her she ain't going anywhere, cause I'm toxic
Rolling Loud Miami almost died inside the mosh pit
Can't go out like Sammy had the game until he lost it, yeah
And I feel like I'm Steve Austin
Feel like I'm Steve Austin, and we do this often
Hopping on I-35 and heading straight to Lawton, yeah
I'm heading straight to Lawton and if I call up Jayson Tatum, I'm going to Boston
Boy

Don't mess with them JAMBA BOYS, them boys don't play around
And I got them girls out here, and I'm on surround sound
And you got them Stadium ears, boy you a fucking clown, yeah
Pennywise, girl look me in my eyes
And this ain't no surprise, Imma get with the guys
We gon'
Pop some champagne, I call up Jase Bain
Copped a airplane, I'm higher than a damn plane, yeah
Gimme the rings
Oh my, oh my goodness
Give me the rings, Michael Jordan, give me the rings, uh
Give me the rings, Tom Brady, I need them rings, huh
I need them rings like Bill Russell
R.I.P., boy you not messing with me
I feel like the Black Eyed Peas, I call up Fergie
I need the National Anthem sang to me
And you know I got girls on Black People Meet
Black People Meet, Chris Hansen go and take a seat
If I say something I might get in trouble, so I'm not gonna speak
Russell Westbrook, with the triple double
Had to get back on my feet, yeah
Had to get back on my feet

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Told her she ain't going anywhere, cause I'm toxic
Rolling Loud Miami almost died inside the mosh pit
Can't go out like Sammy had the game until he lost it, yeah
And I feel like I'm Steve Austin
Feel like I'm Steve Austin, and we do this often
Hopping on I-35 and heading straight to Lawton, yeah
I'm heading straight to Lawton and if I call up Jayson Tatum, I'm going to Boston
Boy



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