LOSE YOUR HEAD

(RIGHT)

Guess I gotta get up on another one
I can make a grown man wanna run, (wanna run)
Flow that I got, I just never wanna stop
And I got these bottles popping like a loaded gun, (aye)

Never did you see a motherfucker like me
Well I wonder what it might be
Telling hoes on my checks like Nikes
But I'm lightning
Very, very frightening
Bars that I got are so enlightening (aye)

(Cut, Can we just hold up a second please. What the fuck is going on?)

Watch how I switch and dash
Back on the sweet-sweet cash
Nah leave the sweet-sweet cash
We give them whip-whiplash, when I past going to fast
Gotta roll that cus' I own that
Got your bitch in the back of the Maybach, cus I sleign that
Double take that, bars will make you fall flat
Lose your hat, lose your head
You know what's coming the news is dead
Your song is dead
Your albums dead
Your Gram is dead
Did you hear what I just said?
News is dead
Song dead
Album dead
Gram is dead
Time for you to lose your head
(aye),(yuh)