"Lose Your Mind" lyrics

If you chilling in the club when having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high

[Quez:]
Punch that nigga, slap that nigga, poof, be gone
Oh my God, guess what? My brain is gone
Smoking, drinking in the V-I, trying to mind my B-I
These thirsty bitches 'round me, you done fucking [?]
'Bout to lose my mind, go crazy, crazy, crazy
Whole team turning up, screaming, "Yay yay yay"
But please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
He be talking to my back and I don't even know this guy

[Strap:]
Tell me what, what you want? Turn around, leave me 'lone
And I'm trying to smoke my strong, but homes won't leave me alone
So here's what I'ma do, little Strap da Fool
I picked a bottle of this Goose and bruh just messed [?]

If you chilling in the club when having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind

[Ali:]
Who, who are you?
Nigga, I don't even know you
You keep on talking to me like we just cool
Keep on fucking with me, 'Li gon' act a fool
He must not know me, I got that tool on me
And fuck fame, you nigga, I'm gon' get my goons, homie
Man, something must be wrong with him
Quit talking, Ali gon' sing the song to him
Nigga, I am crazy, dog
And I'll swing on all of y'all
So it's just best to quit trying me, dog
And get from 'round here, dog

If you chilling in the club when having a good time
A nigga keep on talking to you, 'bout to blow your high
He's tapping on your shoulder and you 'bout to turn around
Strap that nigga, punch that nigga, turn right back around
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind
Lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind, lose your mind

[Quez:]
Man, I lost my mind, I don't know where I left it
You talking shit to me? Boy, you better have a weapon
Mine is a Smith & Wesson, you better count your blessings
There ain't no contesting if you niggas testing
So all that pushing, shoving, jumping all around
I'm a grown-ass, so little boy, just turn it down
Yapping in my ear, so get with man, I turn around
Then I left that red all on his face, just like a crayon

Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high
Please don't blow my high, please don't blow my high