Relax

I dont got no time for your beefin you a hoe
You ain't got a dime for your child up at home
You ain't got no shine yeah throw him to the wolves
And your full of shit yeah follows lookin low
Blowin up my phone Lil bitch you can relax
I been doin fine you can get the fuck back
I can never lie no I can never act
I been gettin dough and you know that it's a fact
I ain't got no time for no mother fuckin rats
Yeah I tote a 40 I can never ever lack
And she got a man but I'm still blowin out her back
Yeah she know I get it yeah I'm running up them bags
Yeah they be playin like I cannot take it
Why the fuck is you mad cause I'm tryna make it
I'm in a drop top on the highway I'm racin
Wrist water like lake and yours phoney you fakin
I'm all by my lonely I don't want no homie
Turn two five to fifty and they all like show me
I'm all bout my bands yeah you gettin yours slowly
Open the window it's gettin to Smokey
And it's on the gang got the pedal to the floor
I don't wanna talk I ain't got no time for jokes
I just wanna grind until everything my own
I don't got no time for your beefin you a hoe
You ain't got a dime for your child up at home
You ain't got no shine yeah throw him to the wolves
And your full of shit yeah follows lookin low
You can't tell me shit but keep doing what your told
Blowin up my phone Lil bitch you can relax
I been doin fine you can get the fuck back
I can never lie no I can never act
I been gettin dough and you know that it's a fact
I ain't got no time for no mother fuckin rats
Yeah I tote a 40 I can never ever lack
And she got a man but I'm still blowin out her back
Yeah she know I get it yeah I'm running up them bags



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Writer(s): Shawn Durkin
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