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Losing My Mind, Pt.2 - Baby Smoove

Losing My Mind, Pt.2

Baby Smoove

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Lyric

Yessir

Let me take a sip of that, magic potion

MJ secret stuff

(Meech)

I'm 'Vette shoppin', you back seat hoppin'

You be talkin' like a bitch, you look gay, you need to stop it

Pop a nigga up, right hand, he won't survive it

I know you feel sick, everywhere I'm the topic

I'll never fuck again, you ain't even my last option

You ain't wanna see me big, you gon' hate what I accomplish

All my niggas, they'll kill you, fuck I look like boxin'?

You know what's going on if he play he a Swanson

These guns ain't for show, you'll really get shot

Get the drop so quick, we done found out his block

Nigga you ain't come home, so the house caught the shots

I'ma say that shit again, play with us, you get dropped

I was wastin' time with these nothing ass bitches

I had a couple who was used to being with some broke niggas

Your nigga, he a slab, see that's a go figure

You was just in my bed, now he on a post with you

But I'd be lame if I upload you, on my kids

I should've left you on read, when you wanted my attention

We was really cool, I thought I knew what you was feelin'

No cap, you the reason why I don't trust bitches

I'm up, dawg, shit, I can't be in my feelings

How I'm rich without you, it don't make me no difference

I'm in Off-White, this Revive newest shipment

Mitch pulled out my size, 'cause he know I'ma get it

Came up on my own, I ain't have no big homie

I ain't have a cosign, so you can't lil' bro me

My bitch is Italian, she look like a trophy

I think she Chaldean, her people might know me

For Mother's Day she got a car, not no flowers and cards

My chain been done, just been up buyin' cars

Walkin' up with my Ruger, I was high off of bars

He broke in my city, got shot in his yard

My next house gon' be built with a lake in the back

You kick in this door, you get shot in your neck

Catch some from this K, and he ain't comin' back

My car SRT and her head in my lap

I'm too fuckin' hard, bruh

This shit don't make no sense

I'm still the same, man

Still flawless still

I'm still the fuckin' G.O.A.T

The biggest G.O.A.T

I started this shit

Come copy me again

All we smoke is wind

(Meech)

It's like seven in the mornin'

I'm recordin' in one of these rooms in my house

I forgot which one

The biggest

- It's already the end -