Kanye West - Lose It lyrics

[Produced By: Kanye West and Mekanics] [Sample: Kanye West] What's Gucci my n***a? What's Louis my k**a? [Intro: French Montana, Kanye West & (Lil Wayne)] I feel like I can't follow in nobody footstep Getting GuWop (You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my n***a) Young n***a, young n***a, pop pills, make mills, young n***a Young n***a, young n***a, young n***a, young n***a [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 f** with y'all ‘cause you n***as 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 Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Verse 1: French Montana] Still-a in that trap getting GuWop Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba I be riding around with that blocka We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka Versace sh**, Silk The Shocker Coulda been San Quentin on lock But I two'd up that ghost I stack two floors 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 b**h, you know I'm dishonest But I'm just a product of my environment Young n***a, young n***a Pop pills, make mills young n***a Got wrist, stay trill young n***a Still talking that, still young n***a And I ain't ever lose the chain 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 f** with y'all ‘cause you n***as 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 Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Get down or lay down Shoot everything up but a school or a playground Run sh** 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-pop, at your head my n***a Cash Money ‘til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn't beg to differ I'm off papers, I heart paper No short 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 n***as on they feet So if we fall it be that lean, that make a n***a fall asleep I can't see none of you n***as, 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 f** with y'all ‘cause you n***as 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 Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Outro: French Montana & (Lil Wayne)] Getting GuWop (You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my n***a) Young n***a, young n***a, pop pills, make mills, young n***a Young n***a, young n***a, young n***a, young n***a