Lose Me

Aight bro this shit finna go... (Ahahah)
I'm finna be talking bout' shit
Hey look bro, you got 2 minutes to do this shit
Alright bet
2 minutes let's go
Watch this, just watch
Enviyon on the mix
(Yo, oof oof oof)

I fuck that bitch in my room
Talking that shit til' I come through with choppas
I'm killing him and killing you, huh
All of my niggas get cash, uh
Run up on me then you lose, uh
All these bitches finna choose, yeah (Wait, wait)
All these bitches finna choose me
She say she ain't tryna suck, bitch (What)
Lil' bitch you finna lose me (Uhh)
I get that money and I get that coochie
I swear I rock Louis and Gucci, huh (Gucci, Gucci)
Run up on me then my clip like a movie
I shoot at your shit like a groupie, uh
Hoes in my dick and they swallow my kids
'Cause they know I'm the man and I'm with it, hey
Balling I feel like a champion
Come through with Gucci all over my fit, uh
Hoes in my dick and they fuck, uh
Told you I don't give a fuck, uh
Run up on me you get fucked up (Fucked up, Fucked up)
Lil' nigga I don't give a fuck, uh
All of my niggas get cash, what?
Stack that shit up that's a must, yeah
Run up on me then I bust, yeah
In my Glock 9 I'ma trust, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fucking on a bitch cause I want to (Come here)
Kick that lil' bitch like some kung-fu (Come here)
Cook all that crack like it's kung-pow (Wet)
Hit a motherfucker with a combo, huh
Serving that shit like cilantro, damn
I got your bitch in my condo, uh
I got your bitch in my condo, damn
Fucking that bitch it ain't nothing (Come here)
You run up on me then with shotties I'm bussing, hey
I just been counting my money
I stack it and flip it I'm counting them hundreds, hey
I may pull up in a Hummer, I'm drumming I'm fucking my nina she cumin (Yeah, Yeah)
Fucking that nina she cuming, I'm balling like Westbrook of OKC Thunder, hey (Ahahah)
Shit on that boy like a plunger, hey (What else)
Run up on me then I'm dumping (What else)
The police looking but your body in dumpster, yeah
Niggas be talking that shit, but they never make money they just make assumptions, uh (Finish)
Yeah, hold up, wait, wait
Uh, bitch on my dick and she sucking
I swear that she fucking it really ain't nothing
Feeling like Kobe, I'm getting these buckets
Fucking your girl when she leave I'm like fuck it
Call her a Uber, I leave the house with a Ruger
I cannot fuck with a loser
Your bitch a chooser
I met that lil' bitch at Hooters
Grabbing all over her Hooters (Yeah)
Don't fuck with school
So they calling me Ferris Bueller
She riding me like a Mula
I may pull up in that Rari' you hearing that motor
Run up on me then it's over
I got that Glock on my hip, bitch you know you got motives
I know these haters got motives
I feel like I am a terrorist, I am explosive
Glock on my hip, it's reloading, hey
Bitch on my dick and she fuck me I met her on a first date
Suck me on the first date, uh
I run this shit like a Relay
Usain Bolt bitch I came in first place
I blow your candles out, Glock on my hip and I caught his ass like ain't no birthday, uh
He talking shit til' I ran on his house and I killed his ass right in his birthplace, uh