Lose Control lyrics

[Intro: C Stunna]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Ayo, Flame, how you made this one, man?)
BTM sh*t, n*gga, yeah
Uh, ayy

[Chorus: C Stunna]
Ridin' with some sh*t, I let it bust, I might just lose control
Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose
Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold
Ayy, ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
Used to gettin' sh*t up out the mud, so I don't want for sh*t
Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "b*tch"
Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix
Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff, uh

[Verse 1: C Stunna]
You would second guess to pay what I be spendin' on a tee
Ain't no limit to this trickin', you could say I'm Master P
All this stuntin', gеttin' fly as f*ck, I do that casually
Oh, you think that this a game? I swing the stick like playin' Wii
I ain't worriеd 'bout no broke ho, ain't nothin' to get you built
Last week, I flicked up with a hundred like my name Wilt
You don't know that playin' both sides can damn near get you killed?
I don't listen to T.I., so you won't see me sendin' tips
Wanna see a jit ballin'? Check my 'Gram to sit courtside
BTM the gang, we shake our hands and get our fingers tied
Youngest turnt n*ggas out the city, they know not to try
She say, "Stunna Man, you is that boy," I said, "You never lied"
[Chorus: C Stunna]
Ridin' with some sh*t, I let it bust, I might just lose control
Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose
Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold
Ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
Used to gettin' sh*t up out the mud, so I don't want for sh*t
Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "b*tch"
Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix
Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff

[Verse 2: Real Boston Richey]
Half of these pus*y-ass n*ggas wrong, I came up trappin' marijuana
I don't even f*ck with these cap-ass rap n*ggas, came up trappin', n*gga, that's an honor
Disrespectful, b*tch play with me, I'ma spit on a b*tch like a f*ckin' llama
Better go buy the b*tch a watch or chain, ain't buyin' no f*ckin' bundles
n*gga, I balled the winter, spring, and fall, I ain't waitin' on no f*ckin' summer
Might go get my b*tch from Miami pregnant and name my baby Summer
b*tch know I like big ol' trucks, I might just come through H2 Hummer
Too piped up, got a hundred thousand cash in the Goyard, on my mama, Richey

[Chorus: C Stunna]
Ridin' with some sh*t, I let it bust, I might just lose control
Brand-new Supreme 'fit, color somethin' you put up your nose
Stunna heavy yammin', but I can take you where they get it sold
Ridin' through my hood, you stop, check in like we control the tolls
Used to gettin' sh*t up out the mud, so I don't want for sh*t
Call my main thing "baby girl" and all my hoes "b*tch"
Got this baddie geeked up off the 'yac just like she Lil Crix
Better arch it right or get from 'round with all that movin' stiff