Lose It

[Sample: Kanye West]

What’s Gucci, my nigga? What’s Louis, my killer?

[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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I think I'm bout to lose it, mayne

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

Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka (Ka-ka-ka-ka)

[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 toting that steel, young nigga

And I ain't ever lose a chain, and shawty head stupid, man

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I think I’m 'bout to lose it, mayne

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

Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka (Ka-ka-ka-ka)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Uh, 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 short 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

I think I’m 'bout to lose it, mayne

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

Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka (Ka-ka-ka-ka)

[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