Lost

Lost
I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost
I wrap em up I ship em up I'm like a boss
Can't see the cloud that I'm on
Got a bad ass bitch from New York
Smoke kush I can't f*** with Newports
In a foreign coupe killing ni*** no insurance
I'm the realest I can show you how to do this
Smoking drinking penicillin deadest ni*** living
Bitch you know I'm in it
Mercedes Benz got lady friends
They'll do a ni***
They some whores ni***
I let my boys in em
Feeling like that ni***
I feel like that ni***
Nigga tried to jack my swag I'm feeling this ni***
But bitches know you ain't young carti I'm telling you ni***
Damn

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost
Hunned thousand bitches boy you know we get it
You stalking all these hoes you pay no attention
Im counting c-notes
Can't smoke no rello's cause im different
Im working my wrists
Filet mignon with your bitch
Ill pipe her down with the dick
She calm me down with the head when im still in that work
My phone chirping like a bitch
I spilled lean on my shirt
Im out here grinding shawdy while your niggas pockets are hurt
Before my hoe says carti she better say sir
Its money to be made
Can't a ni*** face
All she do is face
Yellow diamonds keep a hoe thirsty like lemonade
There's money to be made
Getting topped up in the coupe
She loose
My sprite mixed up with goop
Im loose
You fuc*** that? bitch me too