ReLax
Getting to the bag boy ain't nothing better
Hungry little kid stacking lettuce bread cheddar
Getting to the bag boy ain't nothing better
Yea
Look at me now
Gotta squeeze through the crowd
Off a zip of the loud
Got me sitting on clouds
Off a jay and fifth, let's go look for some chicks
Bryant James is an old dog but I picked up some new tricks
See if they work gotta hit us some bars
Whatever we order make sure it's a large
Don't show ID cuz I know who in charge
I could find girls if you put me on Mars yea
Or Pluto homie
Tryna cop me a two door homie Girls now wanna kick it like they know judo homie like Ayy
Girls now wanna kick it like they know judo homie
All dogs no leashes
Hard headed you can't teach us
I don't even send words now man text full of them peaches she said
Pull up like a jump shot
Leave the door unlocked
Blap blap like a gunshot
Had her back looking like sun block
Drunk me is the best me
Im bout to drop a K for the chest piece
Yo girl think that I'm sexy
And I'm bout to score like I'm Messi
Yea I'm just tryna pay bills man
Every night we go out and look for a kill man
Wake up catch a tan maybe some waves man
Then write a song like yo that's a great day man
Straight up, like I'm Travis Scott More lit than a candle dog
I keep it real when the cameras on
Fuck slow, rip the bandage off Money stacking like Tetris
I'm always looking for the next chick
And I don't whip cuz I'm off the shits, and I'm riding shotty in a Lexus
And I don't whip cuz I'm off the shits and I'm riding shotty in a Lexus
My mind is in a straight jacket And my flows they straight jack it
And my shit look like a monsoon and your shit look like a damn cactus
Yea I swear to god I could live here
I came out west and I switched gears
All my dreams here I don't think fear
Bryant happy as he sips down his fifth beer
This shit is different
Man the winter non existent
All the bad thoughts are at distance
My head is open I can listen
Old girl said I'm kinda rude
Shit it's kinda true
But it's different strokes for different folks
I guess my shit is just not for you
Man the west coast might be the best coast
I been burning lotta bread dog so let's toast
Same kid from the get go
All it took was quick flight to just let go
Hungry little kid stacking lettuce bread cheddar
Getting to the bag boy ain't nothing better
Yea
Look at me now
Gotta squeeze through the crowd
Off a zip of the loud
Got me sitting on clouds
Off a jay and fifth, let's go look for some chicks
Bryant James is an old dog but I picked up some new tricks
See if they work gotta hit us some bars
Whatever we order make sure it's a large
Don't show ID cuz I know who in charge
I could find girls if you put me on Mars yea
Or Pluto homie
Tryna cop me a two door homie Girls now wanna kick it like they know judo homie like Ayy
Girls now wanna kick it like they know judo homie
All dogs no leashes
Hard headed you can't teach us
I don't even send words now man text full of them peaches she said
Pull up like a jump shot
Leave the door unlocked
Blap blap like a gunshot
Had her back looking like sun block
Drunk me is the best me
Im bout to drop a K for the chest piece
Yo girl think that I'm sexy
And I'm bout to score like I'm Messi
Yea I'm just tryna pay bills man
Every night we go out and look for a kill man
Wake up catch a tan maybe some waves man
Then write a song like yo that's a great day man
Straight up, like I'm Travis Scott More lit than a candle dog
I keep it real when the cameras on
Fuck slow, rip the bandage off Money stacking like Tetris
I'm always looking for the next chick
And I don't whip cuz I'm off the shits, and I'm riding shotty in a Lexus
And I don't whip cuz I'm off the shits and I'm riding shotty in a Lexus
My mind is in a straight jacket And my flows they straight jack it
And my shit look like a monsoon and your shit look like a damn cactus
Yea I swear to god I could live here
I came out west and I switched gears
All my dreams here I don't think fear
Bryant happy as he sips down his fifth beer
This shit is different
Man the winter non existent
All the bad thoughts are at distance
My head is open I can listen
Old girl said I'm kinda rude
Shit it's kinda true
But it's different strokes for different folks
I guess my shit is just not for you
Man the west coast might be the best coast
I been burning lotta bread dog so let's toast
Same kid from the get go
All it took was quick flight to just let go
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Petit, Ricardo Santana Nadal, Bryan Rohena Perez, Axel Nieves, Michael Hernandez, Thanush Perinpanesan
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