Lyrics of Lose it

What’s gucci my nigga?
What’s louis my killa?

I feel like i can’t 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

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

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 shit, sold the choppa
Coulda been san quentin on lock
But i two’d 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 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 change
And shawty head stupid man

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

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, at your head my nigga
Cash money ‘til i die, even if i go broke, i still wouldn’t beg to differ
I’m all 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

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

I feel like i can’t 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