Lost My Mind

Loser...

Haaaa...

S'Gucci!!!

Loser...

He's a Loser...

Loser...

Your Boyfriend is a Loser

Since I lost my top does that make me a loser

Know you love that nigga but your boyfriend is a loser

Weed, pills, mollies, man I'm a drug user

Your girlfriend on dick, man your girlfriend is a chooser

I beat that pussy up, Gucci Mane is a bruiser

No shirt in Miami riding on a scooter

I'm wrestling with the work you can call me Lex Luger

I fucked your mama, Damn, I swear that bitch is a cougar

Your sister's so fine I bought her a Landcruiser

Your daddy wanna buck? I'm a hit him with the Ruger

I fuck your girlfriend then act like I never knew her

Every time I see a disser that's the way I do her

I tote a lot of weight like a motherfuckin mover

I rock so much Gucci you would think I was a booster

I sell a lot of chickens yeah I keep a lot of roosters

I'm Gucci Mane, a Martian, and your boyfriend is a loser

True Religion pants man, I guess I'm a True-er

Got a lot to prove man I guess that I'm a prover

Lost another case, guess that makes me a loser

Make a lot of money man that's the way that I manuever

Gucci Mane the shit bitch yeah I'm the manure

I'm dreaming 'bout your girl I guess my mind is in the sewer

I'm fuckin with these bitches man cuz Gucci Mane's a flirter

I don't fuck with lames, man, your boyfriend is a worker

Killin every track man I swear I am a murker

Rude with these bitches so they say that I'm a jerker

I only use her mouth so that makes me a user

Get lost after I screw her and that makes me a loser