French Montana Ft. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross - Lose It (Lyrics)

[Sample: Kanye West] What’s Gucci my nigga?

What’s Louis my killa?

[Intro] 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

[Hook: Rick Ross] 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

[Verse 1: French Montana] 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

[Pre-Hook: French Montana] 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

[Hook: Rick Ross] 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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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

[Hook: Rick Ross] 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

[Outro] 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