Lose Control GAWNE

[Chorus]
Yeah, they gon' talk a lot, let 'em stir the pot until it blows (Nah)
Bitch, I been prepared, when them tempers flare, I lose control (Nah)
Man, I swear to God and I swear to God, I ain't no hoe (Hah)
We don’t play no games, bitch, I play for keeps I'm taking souls (Woo)
Split your shish kabob, load the Glock, go bang and leave a hole (Room)
In your fucking dome, I don’t fucking know, I crack your skull (Yeah, yeah)
Keep it on the low, I be making bread I'm making dough (Woo)
My accountant knows, we be counting M's, I’m counting O's (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
O’s, the life I chose, I been in my bag, been in my zone
So, tell them hoes, it's time to go that, case is closed
Baby, adios, let shorty know my heart is cold now
Lеave the bitch so quick, her hеad was spinning, Merry-go-round
I got to slow down, but don’t know how, I'm so wild
My-My trigger finger itchin', like a bitch, I put a full round
Into your dome you're six below down, in the cold ground
Father please forgive me 'fore I knew not what I know now
This is America, Second Amendment’ll bury ya
Barrett fifty cal, or Derringer, causing hysteria, in a whole lot of areas
There ain’t a whole lot of variance
When it comes to my arrogance, don’t got a care in the world
Man, so long as I'm fucking a beautiful girl
Then I’m very gregarious, turn on the news, it’s hilarious
Give a fuck about your problem dog
Them pussy bitches need some Tylenol, not when I’m involved
My music's spreading like a violent cough
N,o I don’t give a fuck if you ain’t like this
Regret to say I’m here to stay, so, it's a crisis