Lose Control

Yeah, yeah, yeah Stunna (Ayo, Flame, how you made this one, man?) Stunna BTM shit, nigga Uh, ayy Ridin' wit' some shit, I let it buss, I might just lose control Brand new Supreme fit, color somethin' you put up your nose Stunna heavy yammin' but I can take you where they get it sold Ayy, ridin' through my hood, you stop to check in like we control the tolls I'm used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch" Got this baddie geeked up off the yak just like she Lil Crix Better arch it right or get from 'round wit' all that movin' stiff Uh, you'll second guess to pay what I be spendin' on a tee Ain't no limit to this trickin', you could say I mastered P All this stuntin, gettin' fly as f*ck, I do that casually Oh, you think that this a game? I swing the stick like playin' Wii I ain't worried 'bout no broke ho, ain't nothin' to get you built Last week I flicked up wit' a hunnid like my name Wilt You don't know that playin' both sides could damn near get you killed? I don't listen to T.I., so you won't see me sendin' tips Wanna see a jit ballin'? Check my 'Gram to sit courtside BTM the gang, we shake our hands and get our fingers tied Youngest turnt niggas out the city, they know not to try She say, "Stunna man, you is that boy," I said, "You never lied" Ridin' wit' some shit, I let it buss, I might just lose control Brand new Supreme fit, color somethin' you put up your nose Stunna heavy yammin' but I can take you where they get it sold Ridin' through my hood, you stop to check in like we control the tolls I'm used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch" Got this baddie geeked up off the yak just like she Lil Crix Better arch it right or get from 'round wit' all that movin' stiff Yeah, yeah Half of these pussy-ass niggas wrong, I came up trappin' marijuana I don't even f*ck with these cap-ass rap niggas Came up trappin', nigga, thats a honor Disrespectful, bitch play with me, I'ma spit on a bitch like a fuckin' llama Better go buy the bitch a watch or chain, ain't buyin' no fuckin' bundles Nigga, I bought the winter, spring and fall, ain't waitin' on fuckin' summer Might go get my bitch from Miami pregnant and name my baby Summer Bitch know I like big ol' trucks, I might just come through H2 Hummer Too piped up, got a hundred thousand cash in the Goyard, on my mama Richey Ridin' wit' some shit, I let it buss, I might just lose control Brand new Supreme fit, color somethin' you put up your nose Stunna heavy yammin' but I can take you where they get it sold Ridin' through my hood, you stop to check in like we control the tolls I'm used to gettin' shit up out the mud, so I don't want for shit Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "bitch" Got this baddie geeked up off the yak just like she Lil Crix Better arch it right or get from 'round wit' all that movin' stiff