Lyrics Bout' to Lose My Mind - Koopsta Knicca

Bout' to Lose My Mind

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 niggas, these bitches 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 bitch?
A roughing up, crazed-acting pimp smacking, I split their wig
That bitch — she start to screaming, hoes, stop it, I made 'em sick
The bitch resisited, he also did it, unloaded, yeah
Enough to make 'em taste the fucking shell smell, well
5−0s on my dick, now tell me, bitch, 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 motherfucking redneck
A high speed chase is in affect, wrap the scarf around my dead dreads
Stolen Chevy, balling heavy with a 450 in this motherfucking bitch
Plus I’m laying down eagles, 5−0 bitches — they can’t fuck 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 fucked up
Victims of my fucking stang, got my trunk filled up with them megabucks
Eli’s on my fucking side, shaking, paranoid and shit
So I just put an end to that… scary bitch
Cop out sillified, busta, I’m ruthless by my damn self
'Cause hanging with that Koopsta Knicca’s bad for your fucking health
Getting about my hog, killing, stealing, this is pimp shit
Real about my business, trick, dropping niggas off in my stash pot, biatch