Lost Ya Mind

[Intro: Wizz Havinn]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hold your wrist up (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
Uh (Wop)
Uh, uh (Nigga, nigga, uh)

[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
You got it out the mud, nigga, hold your wrist up (Hold your wrist up)
This boy done lost his mind tryna beat the bitch up (What the fuck?)
Some niggas changed on me, cropped 'em out the picture (I got 'em from 'round me)
I'm still that same youngin, my bag just got bigger (I'm just up, nigga)
Them niggas havin' money, but me and gang litter (Way litter)
Bad bitch gon' bust it for me, let me and gang hit her (The whole gang)
Spent racks on a 'fit just so I could take pictures (Yeah, yeah)
I can't feel shit, poppin' painkillers (The fuck?)

[Verse 1: Wizz Havinn]
Plain Jane Cubans, way more than a kilo (Way more than a kilo)
I ain't up? You must be stupid, havin' chips just like Doritos (Havin' chips)
Catch my lick, that's 'mando, bustin' out the bando like the Migos (Just like the Migos)
Ain't shit I can't handle, put it in my hands, bro, it'll be gone (Pew, pew)
I ain't got no time, all this money, it got me tied up (It got me)
This bitch lookin' fine on the 'Gram, I'm finna slide up (I'm finna shoot her a—)
Nigga mention my name in a song, he gettin' fired up (Baow, baow)
Come through the hood in somethin' foreign, everybody lookin' when I'm ridin' out (When I'm ridin' out)

[Chorus: Wizz Havinn & Baby Mel]
You got it out the mud, nigga, hold your wrist up (Hold your wrist up)
This boy done lost his mind tryna beat the bitch up (What the fuck?)
Some niggas changed on me, cropped 'em out the picture (Cropped 'em out the picture)
I'm still that same youngin, my bag just got bigger (It just got bigger)
Them niggas havin' money, but me and gang litter (Way litter)
Bad bitch gon' bust it for me, let me and gang hit her (Whole gang)
Spent racks on a 'fit just so I could take pictures (Just so I could snap it up)
I can't feel shit, poppin' painkillers (What the fuck? Yeah)

[Verse 2: Baby Mel]
Soon as I thought this shit was over (Was over), this shit done got realer (Got realer)
I was just off in the field (The field), sendin' shots off dribble (Off dribble)
That lil' pussy bustin', lil' baby (Lil' baby), know I had to tip her (I had to)
I'm a gangster standin' on the business (The business), youngin got no filter (Lil' bitch)
Racks bustin' out my pants (My pants)
What I come from, you wouldn't understand (Won't understand)
Ain't tryna kick it with no nigga (No nigga)
Mind ain't on no bullshit, but I'm runnin' 'round with some killers (You dig?)
Some lil' bad shit just came through (Came through), you know I probably flipped her (You dig?)
Uh, dogged the bitch, then sent her home (Sent her home), she a dog without no bone (Without no bone)
Free my pits from down the road (Down the road), I'm with 'em right or wrong (Lil' bitch)
I was a gangster in real life before I ever dropped a song (Real life, yeah)
Still a gangster, split your hat, mix up the drip, I put it on (Put it on)

[Chorus: Wizz Havinn]
You got it out the mud, nigga, hold your wrist up (Hold your wrist up)
This boy done lost his mind tryna beat the bitch up (What the fuck?)
Some niggas changed on me, cropped 'em out the picture (Cropped 'em out the picture)
I'm still that same youngin, my bag just got bigger (It just got bigger)
Them niggas havin' money, but me and gang litter (Way litter)
Bad bitch gon' bust it for me, let me and gang hit her (Whole gang)
Spent racks on a 'fit just so I could take pictures (So I can snap it up)
I can't feel shit, poppin' painkillers (Uh, uh)

[Outro: Wizz Havinn]
Nigga, uh, uh
Got it out the mud, nigga, hold your wrist up
Uh, damn
That boy done lost his mind tryna beat the bitch up
That's a damn shame