Lose It (feat. Kevin Hues)

I feel like going out tonight man You know what I’m saying bruh I just wanna do something dog Been in this house too damn long Working on this album and shit dog So let’s hit up the press box Go head get some food Get a little pregame going And then head to the oak room And get litty as f*ck Nah bruh for real tho Double the liquor Double the bitches Double the fun I’m finna go crazy I’m finna go stupid Pull up and hop out Shawty gone lose it She like how I walk She like how I’m moving Pull up and hop out Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh She gone ooh ooh Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh Yeah she gone ooh ooh Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh Blow my nose with these twenties Wipe my ass with these hunnids Get money in abundance You should see it it’s really something They ain’t fucking with the movement Ain’t no talking we just proved it How does he do it So inhuman Keep on assuming So confusing Shut down the press box They wasn’t ready I’m Alive I’m in the building Uh shout out to Eddie Tom Ford my drip is flooded Fucked around and broke a levee Money guns will make it rain Dolla bills is our confetti Black bottle with the diamond Audemar we keep it timeless Luxury living at its finest We walk in and change the climate All eyes on me I got my eyes on you She grinding on me F*ck what yo man gone do I’m finna go crazy I’m finna go stupid Pull up and hop out Shawty gone lose it She like how I walk She like how I’m moving Pull up and hop out Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh She gone ooh ooh Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh Yeah she gone ooh ooh Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh Last night was amusing It’s so crazy how we do it We ain’t human no disputing We keep them haters tuned in We just pulled up at the oak Showed behaviors not condoned That boy Kev record it all Damn right it’s a movie hoe Tell the waitress bring more bottles Uh who want a taste of this Thot bitch she a model Uh put my face all up in them tits Mad but won’t get hostile I’m having fun but I’m really bout that shit Arctic Records over all These other labels are counterfeit Cayenne when I feel like driving Private flights when I feel like flying Racks on racks keep piling We got money google the prices All eyes on me I got my eyes on you She grinding on me F*ck what yo man gone do I’m finna go crazy I’m finna go stupid Pull up and hop out Shawty gone lose it She like how I walk She like how I’m moving Pull up and hop out Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh She gone ooh ooh Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh Yeah she gone ooh ooh Shawty gone lose it ooh ooh