Make Me Lose It lyrics

[Intro]
(Pipe that sh*t up TnT)
(Mmm, Trill got the juice, n*gga)

[Chorus]
These n*ggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These n*ggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winning, so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain't help make these millions

[Verse]
You can keep your two cеnts, b*tch, you ain't help me make a dimе
Can't work no nine to five, in my eyes that's wastin' time
I done got it off the muscle, hands-on with my gun
I done got it out the mud but they still hatin' how I shine
Wake up in the trenches, can't leave the house without my nine
Woke up in the trenches, that boy life still on the line
Gotta keep a gun, don't wanna see his mama crying
If it's a shootout I'm not gonna be the one that's dying
Shots go off, shots firing
Can't find the opps, they love hiding
Step in my scope, I love sniping
I ain't got time for no fighting
Ho, I won't go toe to toe, pop you like I'm Tory Lanez
Give no f*cks, I'ma let it bang [?]
Let 'em hear my Glock sing
Sharpshooter, don't need no range
All my n*ggas [?] tryna bust his brain
My shooter don't take pictures, he don't want no fame
Used to run in the streets now I'm runnin' the thing
A brand-new coupe now it's switching lanes
Got a brand-new b*tch drive me insane
She just get the di*k, you don't get a ring
[Chorus]
These n*ggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These n*ggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winning, so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain't help make these millions

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
These n*ggas keep playin', they boutta make me lose it
Don't compare me to none of them, they only thuggin' in they music
Swear that my life is f*cked up with nothin' but sin
And I done paid the price, so in my head with I would pretend
Glocks extended, opps, they getting finished
These n*ggas claim they 'bout it but they ain't livin' how we livin'
In real life I'm winning, so f*ck you and your opinion
You can keep your two cents if it ain't help make these millions