Relax
Shordie been hitting my phone, relax
She want the shots from the back, relax
Homies ain't paying no tax, relax
Got problems we pull up with gats, relax
Money get taller than Afrojack
Counting green, like its cabbage patch
We not hard, we just laugh at that
This lifestyle we ain't ask for that
Woah, we ain't ask for that
Pass it around, like it's crackerjack
Lighting it up, you ain't matching that
He on the ground, call the ambulance
Shordie look good so I'm grabbing that
Faking for the gram I'm bad at that
Coming up can't be mad at that
Pull up with the Drake like Back to Back
Woah, I'm back in the bag
Hide whatchu got cuz I take whatchu have
If we fire shots then I aim for the head
Catch a body, I ain't getting no tats
Keeping my distance or she'll get attached
Cut a tie, yeah I took off the latch
I took shordie in the back of the back
I'm doing my thing while I'm counting these racks
Walk around in new Balancies
Hop on top and riding ten speed
All of my homies they really with me
All of my homies they really get me
She act a freak, boy she getting frisky
But strap up cuz it's getting risky
To the top boy we getting close
Walk in the spot and they hear me go
Shordie been hitting my phone, relax
She want them shots from the back, relax
Homies ain't paying no tax, relax
Got problems we pull up with gats, relax
Money get taller than Afrojack
Counting green, like its cabbage patch
We not hard, we just laugh at that
This lifestyle we ain't ask for that
She want the shots from the back, relax
Homies ain't paying no tax, relax
Got problems we pull up with gats, relax
Money get taller than Afrojack
Counting green, like its cabbage patch
We not hard, we just laugh at that
This lifestyle we ain't ask for that
Woah, we ain't ask for that
Pass it around, like it's crackerjack
Lighting it up, you ain't matching that
He on the ground, call the ambulance
Shordie look good so I'm grabbing that
Faking for the gram I'm bad at that
Coming up can't be mad at that
Pull up with the Drake like Back to Back
Woah, I'm back in the bag
Hide whatchu got cuz I take whatchu have
If we fire shots then I aim for the head
Catch a body, I ain't getting no tats
Keeping my distance or she'll get attached
Cut a tie, yeah I took off the latch
I took shordie in the back of the back
I'm doing my thing while I'm counting these racks
Walk around in new Balancies
Hop on top and riding ten speed
All of my homies they really with me
All of my homies they really get me
She act a freak, boy she getting frisky
But strap up cuz it's getting risky
To the top boy we getting close
Walk in the spot and they hear me go
Shordie been hitting my phone, relax
She want them shots from the back, relax
Homies ain't paying no tax, relax
Got problems we pull up with gats, relax
Money get taller than Afrojack
Counting green, like its cabbage patch
We not hard, we just laugh at that
This lifestyle we ain't ask for that
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Writer(s): Allen Dixon
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