[Produced by Fuse]
[Intro]
Hey man, f*ck wrong with these n*ggas check? f*ck y'all n*ggas thought n*gga? We ain't pullin' up on y'all n*ggas man
[Hook 1]
I'ma lose my f*cking mind
If you touch one of mine
All dese b*tches snortin' lines
I'ma lose my f*cking mind
If you touch one of mine
White b*tches snortin' lines
Hunned bands for my time
Quarter mil on the line
Quarter mil for my time
Everywhere like Wi-Fi
Don't go nowhere without my .5
We can shoot it out or fight
Those my brothers, better not touch 'em
If you do, I might bust 'em
For that sack, I might rush 'em
Know that pink ain't robotussin
Drink muddy, yeah it's dirty
White hoes snortin' and f*ckin'
Blunt to the face, headbuttin'
Colorado, Denver Nugget
[Verse 1]
You got that work, we extortion n*gga
Put the bud in the hood and endorse my n*ggas
I'm from Riverdale I was a magician
I get 'em gone soon as they get in
Never had a role model just me and my n*ggas
Extendo's on the pistol
I remember havin' four dollas
And everybody starvin'
Had to split McChickens
Young n*gga rich, go run to McDonald's
I'm servin' McChickens
Rollie my wrist
Red bottoms my b*tches
Black body my Bentley
No suit and tie, handle my business
And the same n*ggas still with me
In the same hood, on the same block
With the same n*ggas in the trenches
[Hook 2]
I'ma lose my f*cking mind
If you touch one of mine
All dese b*tches snortin' lines
I'ma lose my f*cking mind
If you touch one of mine
White b*tches snortin' lines
Hunned bands for my time
Quarter mil on the line
Quarter mil for my time
Coolin' with my slimes
I'ma lose my f*ckin' mind
I wish I could press rewind
Sixty thousand on my time
Rollie on my wrist gon' shine
Stare too long, you might go blind
[Verse 2]
Every seen a real n*gga on the Forbes list haan?
Back to back Porsches on my horse sh*t
Ever count a hundred thousand dollars like "Oh sh*t"
Ashy white bricks, know I hit it with the lotion
I swear I really came from nothin' n*gga
Clayton County I was thuggin' n*gga
Got my name, I was bussin' n*ggas
It's defensive shots it ain't nothing n*gga
Broad day out in public n*gga
You ain't day one I ain't f*ckin' with ya
You a sweet lick, you a sucker n*gga
See me out in traffic tryna duck a n*gga
I go Slim Dunkin on these n*ggas
Love every one of my n*ggas
f*ck with 'em I swear I be gunnin' at n*ggas
Ain't worried bout none of you n*ggas, I swear
[Hook]
I'ma lose my f*cking mind
If you touch one of mine
All dese b*tches snortin' lines
I'ma lose my f*cking mind
If you touch one of mine
White b*tches snortin' lines
Hunned bands for my time
Quarter mil on the line
Quarter mil for my time