[Chorus] Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Done made me cry, cry, cry Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind It done made me cry, cry, cry I done got slimed and turned slime They about to give me all of the time I'ma wipe they nose this time I'ma make his hoe fuck mines I'ma make they bankroll mine All of his pocket into mine Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' crime These niggas really green like lime
[Verse 1] In a hotel smokin' with a nine Got your bitch and she gettin' poured up like a line New Patek, it's a freak, and it cost sixty-nine I'm finessin' the street and I'm fuckin' with that mine I'm finessin' the beat off the top of my mind Ridin' 'round with three guns 'cause they got it on they mind Always talkin' 'bout they get money like a nigga but they lyin' Come to find out they was too burnt out, they was fryin' Some bankrolls in the air and your gang signs Poppin' Tech, body shop, Drake in the long body Shad don't kill him, he ain't worth it, he ain't nobody On the Instagram game, know you niggas ain't 'bout it I pull up, shootin' at the car, smokin' like my daddy I hop out the car old lame ass boy I'm a bankroll boy, I ain't never been a toy Every nigga that I know sell weed here boy You can hear the codeine and lean in my voice Put the bitches on the bean or the coke, make a choice I was havin' way too much drip, she was moist I just had to fuck two freak hoes, I was forced Need stop fuckin' niggas' baby mamas, oh lord They don't want beef nigga, they don't even want soy I don't even wanna talk 'cause they don't even want chicken They just want to take pussy, they just want to keep flickin'
[Chorus] Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Done made me cry, cry, cry Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind It done made me cry, cry, cry I done got slimed and turned slime They about to give me all of the time I'ma wipe they nose this time I'ma make his hoe fuck mines I'ma make they bankroll mine All of his pocket into mine Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' crime These niggas really green like lime
[Verse 2] Ooh, these niggas green And that ho runnin' round the spot on clean Ooh, they bustin' out my jeans I pull up with these motherfuckers bustin' out my jeans Shad boy, I'm a menace In West Hollywood in a Lamborghini Soho high, sippin' on martini Smokin' on a back with me, that's really rich to me Acorn lean in my kidney I'm not in Houston but I'm gettin' high like Whitney I'm double servin' nigga P's, no Diddy I'm back to show 'em who the mafia in the city I'm back to tango through the south side where it's gritty I'm back to put an old nat right on the fifty I'm back to lovin' watch an old nigga snort a sixty We back to posted Rockefeller with the sixties Pounds, bricks, fishes My niggas in the swat got wrists Zone 3 nigga 'bout chickens I can't really tell who the richest FN ain't holdin' nothin' but big shit And I got extendo with the glizzy You fuckin' with a motherfuckin' made man We'll pull up sprayin' like a spray can
[Chorus] Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Done made me cry, cry, cry Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind Some of y'all must've lost y'all mind It done made me cry, cry, cry I done got slimed and turned slime They about to give me all of the time I'ma wipe they nose this time I'ma make his hoe fuck mines I'ma make they bankroll mine All of his pocket into mine Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' crime These niggas really green like limeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.