Lose It
French Montana Lyrics
Lose It Lyrics
Lose It by French Montana
Whatâs Gucci my nigga?
Whatâs Louis my killa?
[Intro]
I feel like I canât follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
At your head my nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills my nigga
Go ahead young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I think Iâm âbout to lose it man
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countinâ change
Donât f**k with yâall âcause you niggas lame
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant
On the choppa rant
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Still-a in that trap getting guap
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be rap-rapping that block
We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Beside this sh*t, sold the choppa
Coulda been San Quentin on lock
But I twoâd up that ghost
I stack two flows that loaf
I be floor seats by that coach
I be fight seats by that rope
Lately so sick I could vomit
Gin with no tonic
Cheat on my b**ch, you know I'm dishonest
But Iâm just a product of my environment
[Pre-Hook: French Montana]
Young nigga, young nigga
Pop pills, make mills young nigga
Got wrist, stay trill young nigga
Still talking that, still young nigga
And I ainât ever lose the change
And shawty head stupid man
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I think Iâm âbout to lose it man
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countinâ change
Donât f**k with yâall âcause you niggas lame
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant
On the choppa rant
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Get down or lay down
Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
Run sh*t like a Greyhound
Iâm in here, now who let the Devil in?
I ainât been taking my medicine
My trigger finger ainât never been hesitant
I am your ruler, no measurements
You know I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, at your head my nigga
Cash Money âtil I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldnât beg to differ
Iâm all papers, I heart paper, no sharp paper, better get the point
âCause Iâm point-shaven with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, Iâm a geek, I put my niggas on they feet
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleep
I canât see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man
Where you going? Iâm âbout to go Tunechi man
[Hook: Rick Ross]
I think Iâm âbout to lose it man
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countinâ change
Donât f**k with yâall âcause you niggas lame
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
Said Iâm âbout to go Gucci Mane
On the choppa rant
On the choppa rant
[Outro]
I feel like I canât follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
At your head my nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills my nigga
Go ahead young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
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