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(Phew)
You know what we doin' (Yuh)
In the studio geeked off them shits
(Rision, fuck this shit up)
Relax
(Relax hoe, relax hoe)
Relax (Relax)
Huh, yeah (Relax hoe, relax hoe)
Home by 3 AM, didn't even pop 'em (Relax hoe)
They ain't doin' the shit we doin' (Relax hoe, relax hoe, let's go)
Yeah, relax
I'm on the perc, can't stress
I feel the beat in my chest
I can feel Addy and X, relax
Bitch, can you leave me alone?
Go up and get it, it's gone
I'on receive texts on my phone
Huh, I call the noggin a dome
Yeah (Yeah), called up my doctor, yeah, that is my plug
I fell in love wit' that Wock' in my cup
Most of y'all fake, y'all be showin' no love (Y'all cap)
And it's sad that you think you the one
Gonna pop out wit' Draco, that shit got a drum
7.62, yeah, that shit weigh a ton
Gon' fight me, gon' pull up, that boy got a pump
Prada shoes for my bitch, and that shit match the bag
Lil' bitch, she gon' shake that lil' ass for some cash
Livin' my life, I'm too fast
Hunnid bad bitches, do the dash
Lil' nigga keep livin' in the past
Chanel, NUMBER (N)INE, yeah, that shit cost the tag
I gotta whole lotta racks (Lotta racks)
When I out in the A, you know I got the bag, I got a whole lotta cash (Lotta cash)
Droopy ass bitch suckin' dick for some Xans
I told her she need to relax
Most of you niggas be cap
We know that's your homeboy racks
He embarrassed you flexin' his cash
Kick the lil' bitch out the door
It's Summer I got on the Moncleezy
Ready, set, ready, set, go
All of my gang, on go
Balenci' my head, to my toe
Yeah, relax
I'm on the perc, can't stress
I feel the beat in my chest
I can feel Addy and X, relax
Bitch, can you leave me alone?
Go up and get it, it's gone
I'on receive texts on my phone
I call the noggin a dome
Yeah (Yeah), called up my doctor, yeah, that is my plug
I fell in love wit' that Wock' in my cup
Most of y'all fake, y'all be showin' no love (Y'all cap)
And it's sad you think you the one
Gonna pop out wit' Draco, that shit got a drum
7.62, yeah, that shit weigh a ton
Gon' fight me, gon' pull up, that boy got a pump
(Prada shoes for my bitch, and that shit matchโ)
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