"Lost" lyrics

Some mud, shit (Yeah)
I wrapped them hoes up, nigga (ay)
Yeah
Uh (On gang)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hello? Uh)

I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (Lost)
I wrap 'em up, I ship 'em off, I'm like a boss (I'm like a boss, damn)
Can you see the cloud that I'm on? (Can you see the cloud that I'm on?)
Got a bad-ass bitch from New York (Bad-ass bitch from New York)
Smoke kush, I can't fuck with Newports (Smoke kush, I can't fuck with Newports)
In the foreign coupe, kill a nigga, no insurance (In the foreign coupe, kill a nigga, no insurance)
Uh, I'm the realest, I can show you how to do this (Realest out here, realest out here, out here)
Smokin', drinkin' penicillin, deadest nigga living (Yeah)
Bitch, you know I'm in it, uh (ay, ay)
Mercedes-Benz, got lady friends (Got lady friends)
Uh, they adore a nigga (Carti)
There's some whores, nigga (Carti)
I let my boys in them, uh (Yeah)
Feelin' like that nigga (Yeah, goddamn, yeah)
I feel like that nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga tried to jack my swag, I'm fillin' this nigga (This nigga)
But, bitch, just know you ain't Yung Carti, I'm tellin' you, nigga, damn
(Nigga tried to jack my swag, I'm fillin' this nigga)
Uh
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
Yeah

I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
(Lost, lost)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
(Ay, lost, ay)
Bad-ass bitch from New York (Bad-ass bitch from New York, yeah)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (Lost, lost)
Can you see the cloud that I'm on? (Lost, lost)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (Damn, lost, ay)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (ay, ay, ay, Carti)

Hundred thousand bitches, boy, you know we gettin' it (ay)
(You stalkin' all these hoes, you pay no attention)
(Splur, Carti, Carti, damn, yeah)
I'm countin' C-notes
Can't smoke no rello 'cause I'm different (ay, damn)
I'm workin' my wrist (Workin' my wrist)
Filet mignon with your bitch (Your bitch)
I pipe her down with the dick (The dick)
She calm me down with the head (The head)
When I'm sittin' in that work (Sittin' in that work)
My phone chirpin' like a bitch
I spilled lean on my shirt (Chirp, spilled lean on my shirt)
I'm out here grindin', shawty
While your nigga's pockets on hurt (Shawty, his pockets on hurt)
Before my ho say "Carti" she better say "Sir" (Carti)
It's money to be made (Carti, yeah)
Can't a nigga face? (ay, face)
All she do is face (Face)
Yellow diamonds keep a ho thirsty like lemonade (Face, ay)
There's money to be made (ay)
Damn, damn
(Damn, Splur)
Gettin' topped up in the coupe (The coupe)
Uh, she loose (She loose)
My Sprite mixed up with goop (With goop)
Uh, I'm loose (I'm loose)
You fucked that bitch? Me too (Me too)
Uh, me too (Damn, damn)
(You fucked that bitch? Me too)
(I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
Ay, yeah

I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
(Lost, lost)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
(Ay, lost, ay)
Got a bad-ass bitch from New York (Bad-ass bitch from New York, yeah)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (Lost, lost)
Can you see the cloud that I'm on? (Lost, lost)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost (Uh, uh, damn)
I'm not gettin' geeked, I'm gettin' lost

Ay, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Carti)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm pourin' up
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