Koopsta Knicca, Marcus McRee - Bout to Lose My Mind lyrics
[Koopsta Knicca, Marcus McRee - Bout to Lose My Mind lyrics]
Well, I'm headed for that iz-expressway
I'm on that dro
I'm constantly seeing clean ass rides
Ooh ooh oh oh
My momma's always said "lil Koop, baby
Go for that gold"
And jack 'em for them things I call rims
I call 'em vogues
I'm fresh up out of jail with no job
I'm back on hard
I got my favourite weap on my side
It's fully charged
And breaking down these niggas
These bitches that's living large
It's not a habit, this is
A sickness, excuse me, god
I started off with vogues and them bones
That's what I did
And now it seems I'm addicted to chrome
Ain't that a bitch?
A roughing up, crazed-acting pimp smacking
I split their wig that bitch - she start to
Screaming, hoes, stop it, i made 'em sick
The bitch resisited, he also
Did it, unloaded, yeah
Enough to make 'em taste
The fucking shell smell, well
5-0s on my dick, now tell me, bitch
What am I supposed to do?
Some trick must have snitched about
That Koopsta Knicca robbing fools
I never break a sweat in the
Presence of a motherfucking redneck
A high speed chase is in affect
Wrap the scarf around my dead dreads
Stolen Chevy, balling heavy with a 450
In this motherfucking bitch
Plus I'm laying down eagles
5-0 bitches - they can't fuck with this
Turn the corner
Thinking I'm gonna lay these
Tricks in a bodybag
And could this be the end of the
Koopsta Knicca in a ski mask?
Ask me if I'm Dracula
I'll tell ya this time I'm fucked up
Victims of my fucking stang
Got my trunk filled up with them megabucks
Eli's on my fucking side, shaking
Paranoid and shit
So I just put an end to thatscary bitch
Cop out sillified, busta
I'm ruthless by my damn self
'Cause hanging with that Koopsta Knicca's
Bad for your fucking health
Getting about my hog, killing, stealing
This is pimp shit
Real about my business, trick
Dropping niggas off in my stash pot
Biatch
I'm on that dro
I'm constantly seeing clean ass rides
Ooh ooh oh oh
My momma's always said "lil Koop, baby
Go for that gold"
And jack 'em for them things I call rims
I call 'em vogues
I'm fresh up out of jail with no job
I'm back on hard
I got my favourite weap on my side
It's fully charged
And breaking down these niggas
These bitches that's living large
It's not a habit, this is
A sickness, excuse me, god
I started off with vogues and them bones
That's what I did
And now it seems I'm addicted to chrome
Ain't that a bitch?
A roughing up, crazed-acting pimp smacking
I split their wig that bitch - she start to
Screaming, hoes, stop it, i made 'em sick
The bitch resisited, he also
Did it, unloaded, yeah
Enough to make 'em taste
The fucking shell smell, well
5-0s on my dick, now tell me, bitch
What am I supposed to do?
Some trick must have snitched about
That Koopsta Knicca robbing fools
I never break a sweat in the
Presence of a motherfucking redneck
A high speed chase is in affect
Wrap the scarf around my dead dreads
Stolen Chevy, balling heavy with a 450
In this motherfucking bitch
Plus I'm laying down eagles
5-0 bitches - they can't fuck with this
Turn the corner
Thinking I'm gonna lay these
Tricks in a bodybag
And could this be the end of the
Koopsta Knicca in a ski mask?
Ask me if I'm Dracula
I'll tell ya this time I'm fucked up
Victims of my fucking stang
Got my trunk filled up with them megabucks
Eli's on my fucking side, shaking
Paranoid and shit
So I just put an end to thatscary bitch
Cop out sillified, busta
I'm ruthless by my damn self
'Cause hanging with that Koopsta Knicca's
Bad for your fucking health
Getting about my hog, killing, stealing
This is pimp shit
Real about my business, trick
Dropping niggas off in my stash pot
Biatch