Lid (feat. 3lack Kane)
Lotta people talk but they aint really bout
Got that shit up on lock yea smith
Fuck with my temper wanna peel off his lid
But I really really really need to chill
Chill out chill out chill out chill out
New attachment red beam
How the fuck a nigga really gonna miss
Peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out
Fuck out my way lil bih
Head top getting hot
Need to chill out need to cool out ima burn up in the box
Eating sushi wit the chops
Cop an O and smoke it all
Keep a stick for any opp
Not gonna play like johnny knox
Gotta fader for a fool
Not debating not doing a damn thing you choose
Bitch I don't play by them rules
Dwayne Bacon wit the moves
Sat back and paid my dues
Now I'm balling warren moon
Quarterback running thru
I just tell her give me room
Need some time for me to cool
Know I got some shit to do
Head top getting hot
Need to chill out need to cool out ima burn up in the box
Eating sushi wit the chops
Cop an O and smoke it all
Keep a stick for any opp
Lotta people talk but they aint really bout
Got that shit up on lock yea smith
Fuck with my temper wanna peel off his lid
But I really really really need to chill
Chill out chill out chill out chill out
New attachment red beam
How the fuck a nigga really gonna miss
Peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out
Fuck out my way lil bih
Got that shit up on lock yea smith
Fuck with my temper wanna peel off his lid
But I really really really need to chill
Chill out chill out chill out chill out
New attachment red beam
How the fuck a nigga really gonna miss
Peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out
Fuck out my way lil bih
Head top getting hot
Need to chill out need to cool out ima burn up in the box
Eating sushi wit the chops
Cop an O and smoke it all
Keep a stick for any opp
Not gonna play like johnny knox
Gotta fader for a fool
Not debating not doing a damn thing you choose
Bitch I don't play by them rules
Dwayne Bacon wit the moves
Sat back and paid my dues
Now I'm balling warren moon
Quarterback running thru
I just tell her give me room
Need some time for me to cool
Know I got some shit to do
Head top getting hot
Need to chill out need to cool out ima burn up in the box
Eating sushi wit the chops
Cop an O and smoke it all
Keep a stick for any opp
Lotta people talk but they aint really bout
Got that shit up on lock yea smith
Fuck with my temper wanna peel off his lid
But I really really really need to chill
Chill out chill out chill out chill out
New attachment red beam
How the fuck a nigga really gonna miss
Peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out peel out
Fuck out my way lil bih
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Writer(s): Zachary Byrd
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