You gon' lose your mind (G4SHI) You gon' lose your mind (I'm fucking your bitch) You gon' lose your mind (Hahaha) You gon' lose your mind, you gon' lose your motherfucking mind Word around town man I been it Every time I come around shit get lit Yup, love my sound never miss shit When it comes to the pen this the hit stick dipshits Y'all got me all fucked up Popping bottles in the crib cause it's just us Ain't none of these motherfuckers loved us Table full of guys how the fuck you gon' judge us I been sippin', we winnin', then grab me some more Re-up on bottles we running real low Chilling with models they sniffing on blow Need us more dutches it's back to the store Started from bullshit then concrete I rose Now at my shows, we throw up our fours Haters so salty cause my wrists on froze If you close minded then keep your mouth closed, ahhhh They so quick to hate shit Claim when they see me they gon' spray shit Run up on me never say shit G4SHI on my playlist, hit me with that fake shit You be in the club looking basic I be in the booth in my Bape shit Made it, radio never wanna play shit Motherfuckers so racist, fucked up Never learned how to drive stick As a kid been busy writing rhymes in my Sidekick Turn your main chick into my side bitch Turn a lame bitch into a hot chick Fly kid, they could never never pop shit Cop shit, looking fleek when I rock shit Never kiss hoes, I just give em' cock quick Tell em' stay above the rim, on my Pac shit Ahhhhh, that life I live that Those cars I whip that Bad broads I hit that Ahhhhh, that life I live that You mad, you mad, you mad Cause you want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) I can tell that you want it I told ya, I told ya I like it, I cop it, then Yao when I rock it (yeah when I rock it) Taking these photos with haters go back to the crib then I crop it (Ah ha) Money too long, can't fit in my pocket can't fit in my wallet (Can't fit it!) I don't pay for pussy, she said I'm so handsome she wanna just ride it Whipping the Benz, me and my bros Setting these trends, fucking these hoes Whippin' and trippin' we gettin' these O's And I'm fucking your bitch and I'm changing my clothes Got my own 4's, can't cop em' in stores Pull up at shows, turn OFF my phone Haters so fake, leave me alone They ask for a steak, I feed em' bone, ahhhh I'm European face it, all of these other rappers so basic Just know that you made it when your friends start hating And pulling, and pulling that fake shit All of these rappers that made it before me just taught me I gotta be patient This ain't my flow this that Drake shit But fuck it - shqipe we made it! I'm your, I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper on the low They text me my shit is dope but they will never post They support me from a distance like some fucking hoes But when they need a hit, they be so quick to call my phone Ahhhhh, that life I live that Those cars I whip that Bad broads I hit that Ahhhhh, that life I live that You mad, you mad, you mad Cause you want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) You want it (lose your mind) I can tell that you want it You gon' lose your mind You gon', you gon' lose your mind You gon', you gon' lose your mind You gon', you gon' lose your mind You gon' lose your mind, you gon' lose your motherfucking mind