Lost Control (feat. BIGBABYGUCCI & 30ROCK)

Ah, hell nah Yeah (Yeah) I done lost control (Yeah, woah-oh) Yeah Yeah I done lost control (Yeah) She want me but I can't let it go I woke up, I get some bands Another day, we on a roll I done fell in love with Codeine ('Deine) Asking why I move so slow My bitch geeked up off the beans She don't even sleep no more Need my check like Nike These hoes twins, they Siamese Got yo' bitch beside me Tryna be just like me She lick me like ice cream She want Chanel and fine things I can't leave the crib without a beam I got some Wock', I need a cream And I got so goddamn high, I brought my body up to the stars And I took a Perky with yo' bitch and I'm gon' take her to Mars We go so fast, we don't have any need or room for a car Me and my niggas rich as hell, we just might buy out the bar And I'm H-A-R-D, hard, but you don't want no war with my squad He pull up talkin' all that hot shit, we put bombs in his car And we came from nothing, but we worked so goddamn hard, we be stars Bullet tips be blue, flip his car King of the jungle like Scar (Ayy) I swear these niggas be too broke, I'm not your enemy (I'm not your enemy) I'm quick to pull up, let the chopper sing like symphony (Let that shit sing) I told that bitch, "Don't ask for shit when I'm at Tiffany's" (When I'm at Tiffany's) These lil' niggas broke as shit, be funny like a fuckin' meme I bought it off the lot (The lot) I'm off of two Wock' (Wock') My bitch ass be super-sized (Sized) I spend 20K, that's light (Light) Know I'ma ball on these niggas like Mike Niggas keep crying, had to raise my price In L.A. with your bitch, give me face like Skype Can't stay with the bitch 'cause she not my type I'm pourin' all the time (Time) I can't let a ho inside my mind (Inside my mind) You fuck with the gang, you cross a line (Cross the, ayy) Get up on the dick, I told her, "Climb" (I told her, "Climb") Ayy, might go spend 10k just with my slimes (Ayy) I been gettin' all this cash, I swear, I never need you (Never need you) All these hoes be made of lace, I swear to god they see-through (See) Take a look inside my pockets, swear that shit the deep blue Hundred clips, them bullets eat you I'm the shit, you smell this shit too Too much money, honestly Perky turned to fighting me Boy, I'll shoot you if you eyein' me No calling' my phone, you ain't buying me