Bout to Lose My Mind lyrics

[Intro - Marcus McRee]

[Verse 1 - Koopsta Knicca]
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 n*ggas, these b*tches 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 b*tch?
A roughing up, crazed-acting pimp smacking, I split their wig
That b*tch - she start to screaming, hoes, stop it, I made 'em sick
The b*tch resisited, he also did it, unloaded, yeah
Enough to make 'em taste the f*cking shell smell, well

[Chorus - Marcus McRee]

[Verse 2 - Koopsta Knicca]
5-0s on my di*k, now tell me, b*tch, 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 motherf*cking redneck
A high speed chase is in affect, wrap the scarf around my dead dreads
Stolen Chevy, balling heavy with a 450 in this motherf*cking b*tch
Plus I'm laying down eagles, 5-0 b*tches - they can't f*ck 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 f*cked up
Victims of my f*cking stang, got my trunk filled up with them megabucks
Eli's on my f*cking side, shaking, paranoid and sh*t
So I just put an end to that...scary b*tch
Cop out sillified, busta, I'm ruthless by my damn self
'Cause hanging with that Koopsta Knicca's bad for your f*cking health
Getting about my hog, killing, stealing, this is pimp sh*t
Real about my business, trick, dropping n*ggas off in my stash pot, biatch
[Chorus & Outro - Marcus McRee]