Lost Ya Mind Lyrics

Woah ,woah, these niggas done lost they mind These niggas must lost they mind

Right, I'm touching back in, it's a vibe

No stopping, I blew through the sign

I never fell out of my prime

Don't be worried about me, I'm fine

If we do it, you won't know who took you

Tell a chef and I bet he'll cook you

Call the ISO, no Hesi, I shook em

Teeing up, give a fuck who was looking

I know just how it feel when you hungry

How it feel when it's time for a lick

Walk away a free man if you lucky How it feel to survive in the midst

Put a fuck nigga head in a lock

Going flat niggas Canada Dry

Clean em up with a janitor mop Walking on the wet floor,

Then we slide

I be damned if a nigga not making some money

Don't tell me you lost your grind

Me and you both, get twenty-four hours a day You niggas ain't lose no time

Met a few people who could've been thorough

But it been so long I forgot those ties

Seen a few niggas get put on the spot They got caught in the act and forgot they lines

Doing the most get you turned to a ghost

Them five hundred and fifty-six's ate em alive

If you want n get bullied

Not playing with pussies, you better not lose your spine

Some niggas gon' hate when you coming from nothing or something,

I definitely felt those vibes

Thinking you fucking with I, who done fed you a lie

You definitely lost your mind

He must've lost his marbles

He folded the first forty-eight

Wrote a article

Got the Iron Man, this ain't Marvel

You get hit up in three different parts

Of you

Better not drive by me

I'm parking you

I'm with militant dogs, they won't bark at you

Cross that gun line, bring some harm to you

I'ma spark with the flame, I drip lighter fluids

Bitch ass niggas, ain't trying to do shit

When it's time to move up, them shooters move in

Before I do anything, I'ma get rich, bitch

I'ma fan open the blue strip mitt Niggas know what it is, tryna run with the Pitt's

Y'all definitely got no sense

Ooley know how to fight, but I still love the K

Get you right, I definitely got no pics Why you rushing niggas like you gon' blitz

How you bring 30, you ain't got no stick

Keep hiding your body behind those tints

Fuck him and his gun, I know buddy a bitch

I'ma re-up and so on

It's money to get

Everything I bought, it was money well spent

No where in sight, but you running your lips

I'ma get on your trail, if I pick up your scent

Demons for hire, them killers hellbent

You get sent through the fire, you hellbound

Nigga, just call it a quits

Try the six

You won't ever forget getting bit by a hellhound

I be damned if a nigga not making some money

Don't tell me you lost your grind

Me and you both, get twenty-four hours a day You niggas ain't lose no time

Met a few people who could've been thorough

But it been so long I forgot those ties

Seen a few niggas get put on the spot They got caught in the act and forgot they lines

Doing the most get you turned to a ghost

Them five hundred and fifty-six's ate em alive

If you want n get bullied

Not playing with pussies, you better not lose your spine

Some niggas gon' hate when you coming from nothing or something

I definitely felt those vibes

Thinking you fucking with I, who done fed you a lie

You definitely lost your mind