Losing My Mind

Lyrics

[Intro] (RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man) Come on, now [Verse 1] I'll get a nigga smoked like a hookah pen Underage, makin' all these plays, I'll duck the pen' See this Rollie on my wrist? No, I ain't shakin' hands Made to win, Stone got locked up, thought they was safe again (What?) Then lil' bro jumped off the porch, he got to poppin' shit Droppin' shit on a nigga ass if he the opposite (Yeah) Clean a nigga block, the clip longer than a moppin' stick Me, I drop bags and have them goons get on top of shit Lil' nigga, you ain't never been a fuckin' goon Hundred bands sittin' in this bitch, don't come up in this room Draco sittin' in my lap, I let it sing a tune Denim Crew, that's what the hook said, ain't evеn leave a clue Brick monеy but I'm only fuckin' with the weed Bitch, you can have the whole 'bow for free, you find a seed Hoes mad, they like, "Daddy, find some time for me" But right now, I'm too busy in the trap, can't find the time to leave Like rockstars, all my skinny jeans high as fuck Know I want an AP or Patek, can't make my mind up Mind stuck, once you send it up, it ain't no goin' back All on Instagram talkin' beef, I ain't doin' that I'm the type to see a nigga, sack him like a quarterback Spend a couple racks with my plug and bring a quarter back Bought a couple straps in this club, don't be recordin' that Bitch, you know I'm on parole, I gotta play it smart Caught an opp, his whip look like he ran into art Once these chopper bullets hit your shit, ain't gon' start I'll swing this bitch back and forth like I was at a park Unc' got that dog for the low, he think he PetSmart [Chorus] I've been losin' my mind I've been losin' my mind Walk in the jeweler, get to losin' my mind Walk in the jeweler, get to buyin' all the ice out that bitch, nigga Don't get confused with this grind Don't get confused with this grind Come fuck with me if you tryna get high I need seventy for a three-five [Verse 2] First goal was a fifty, second goal a hundred Call you Bugs Bunny 'cause when we see you, you runnin' I hate when niggas talkin' and they don't know nothin' They like, "Damn, is he still swipin' cards or he punchin'?" Me, I'm just chillin', you know I'm one of the realest If the feds ain't see me down, I'd probably be up a ticket But that's would've, could've, should've, Rollie still got them boogers The Biggs piece hittin' too, this bitch a real looker After the club, I'll probably stab out in a foreign car Fast car like Nascar, Jaguar, Madagascar Plug talk, thirty for a chicken, make a hundred off Once a nigga jump in this bag, ain't no runnin' off Canker shoes, 7.62s'll knock your stomach off Might mix the Louis with the Gucci, we got all the sauce Might mix the Louis with the Gucci, this a different cloth Boy, you sick your bitch cut you off and came and fucked a boss I put my fist up while I hit it, black power, nigga Right after I jump up in it, take a shower with her She suck me up, the water runnin', spent an hour in it She fell asleep and woke up like, "Boy, you the realest" [Chorus] I've been losin' my mind I've been losin' my mind Walk in the jeweler, get to losin' my mind Walk in the jeweler, get to buyin' all the ice out that bitch, nigga Don't get confused with this grind Don't get confused with this grind Come fuck with me if you tryna get high I need seventy for a three-five