Lose It

[Produced By: Kanye West and Mekanics] [Sample: Kanye West] What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa? [Intro: French Montana, Kanye West & (Lil Wayne)] I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep Getting GuWop (You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga) Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young nigga Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane In the trap still countin’ change Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Verse 1: French Montana] Still-a in that trap getting GuWop Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba I be riding around with that blocka We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka Versace shit, Silk The Shocker Coulda been San Quentin on lock But I two’d up that ghost I stack two floors 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 bitch, you know I'm dishonest But I’m just a product of my environment Young nigga, young nigga Pop pills, make mills young nigga Got wrist, stay trill young nigga Still talking that, still young nigga And I ain’t ever lose the chain And shawty head stupid man [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane In the trap still countin’ change Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Get down or lay down Shoot everything up but a school or a playground Run shit like a Greyhound I’m in here, now who let the Devil in? I ain’t been taking my medicine My trigger finger ain’t never been hesitant I am your ruler, no measurements You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga Cash Money ‘til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn’t beg to differ I’m off papers, I heart paper No sharp paper, better get the point ‘Cause I’m point-shaven with a sharp razor Get buck like a horse stable Too street smart, I’m a geek, I put my niggas on they feet So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleep I can’t see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man Where you going? I’m ‘bout to go Tunechi man [Hook: Rick Ross] I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane In the trap still countin’ change Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Outro: French Montana & (Lil Wayne)] Getting GuWop (You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga) Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young nigga Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga