Keep Calm
I suggest you keep calm if you Like life Please don't make no Sudden moves
Cuz my dawg finna go off
He been bugging off that food
I'm in a loft with Lara Croft
And she in a lovely mood
I'm finna rummage Through Her Room
Ended up raiding her tomb
Yeah I do it for the rillas
Bitch I do it for the goons
Up early in the morning Watching Saturday cartoons
Oh you thought
You had me Fooled Till I popped up out
With that Broom Keep a stick
You couldn't see Me bitch
Not even through the zoom
My lens was foggy now I'm Seeing the Full moon
Bigger picture My hitter clip ya
And leave ya ass in ruins
Bitch you do it for the gram
You always moving For the Tube
Bitch I do it for the rillas
Yeah I do it for the goons
Now you in some murky water
Hope you brought ya harpoon
Cuz fraud dudes get they top Twisted off Like jarred food
You see the sharksWe smell the Blood You know what's up
You know The mood The heat Sparks you call the Fuzz
We hit you up We on the move
Keep calm if you like life
Please don't make
No sudden Moves
Cuz my dawg finna go off
And he been Bugging off that Food
I'm in a loft with Lara Croft
And she in a lovely mood
I'm finna rummage Through Her Room
Ended up raiding her tomb
Yeah I do it for the rillas
Bitch I do it for the goons
Yeah I do it for the rillas
Bitch I do it for the goons
I pop me a pill Now I'm Tripping
Yeah I'm off a bean And some Lean
Yeah that cup got me stuck
I've been sitting here sipping
Try ya luck and run up
And I'll bust at ya gut Cuz I'm Never Not clutching a Pistol
Yeah I'm cuffing a fistful
Of lead now you dead
And you Gone
And They miss you
And I'm out fucking ya sister
Then what
And the way that she
Doing her Dance
Got my crew in a trance
Yeah her moves are hypnotic
She made me spew in my pants
I blew all my bands
She gotta me outta pocket
We took a pic but I cropped it
She say she the shit
And she say she that bitch
And she run a good game
But you hoes all the same
When it boil down bitch stop it
And my text line stay lit
She hit me when she
Getting Horny
And I slide through
In that Space ship
Like rick and morty
Give the bitch the forty
Ball yaw then I whip out some White And she
Sniffing and Snorting
Pull out my dick
And she quick to import It
Like a usb stick
This bitch is so horny ay
And a fifth of patron
Got the kid in the zone
I done doubled my limit
Got one bitch on the phone
One lickin' my bone
One scrubbing the dishes
They in love with this pimpin'
And I do not blame em
I do not save em
I just make em come to they Senses
Then I cum and I'm dipping,
Then what
Then I pop me a pill now I'm Tripping
Yeah I'm off a bean and some Lean
Yeah that cup got me stuck
I've been sitting here sipping
Try ya luck and run up
And I'll bust at ya gut
Cuz I'm never not clutching a Pistol
Yeah I'm cuffing a fistful
Of lead now you dead
And you gone and they miss You
And I'm out fucking ya sister
Then what
And the way that she doing her Dance
Got my crew in a trance
Yeah her moves are hypnotic
She made me spew in my pants
I blew all my bands
She gotta me outta pocket
We took a pic but I cropped it
She say she the shit
And she say she that bitch
And she run a good game
But you hoes all the same
When it boil down bitch stop it
Cuz my dawg finna go off
He been bugging off that food
I'm in a loft with Lara Croft
And she in a lovely mood
I'm finna rummage Through Her Room
Ended up raiding her tomb
Yeah I do it for the rillas
Bitch I do it for the goons
Up early in the morning Watching Saturday cartoons
Oh you thought
You had me Fooled Till I popped up out
With that Broom Keep a stick
You couldn't see Me bitch
Not even through the zoom
My lens was foggy now I'm Seeing the Full moon
Bigger picture My hitter clip ya
And leave ya ass in ruins
Bitch you do it for the gram
You always moving For the Tube
Bitch I do it for the rillas
Yeah I do it for the goons
Now you in some murky water
Hope you brought ya harpoon
Cuz fraud dudes get they top Twisted off Like jarred food
You see the sharksWe smell the Blood You know what's up
You know The mood The heat Sparks you call the Fuzz
We hit you up We on the move
Keep calm if you like life
Please don't make
No sudden Moves
Cuz my dawg finna go off
And he been Bugging off that Food
I'm in a loft with Lara Croft
And she in a lovely mood
I'm finna rummage Through Her Room
Ended up raiding her tomb
Yeah I do it for the rillas
Bitch I do it for the goons
Yeah I do it for the rillas
Bitch I do it for the goons
I pop me a pill Now I'm Tripping
Yeah I'm off a bean And some Lean
Yeah that cup got me stuck
I've been sitting here sipping
Try ya luck and run up
And I'll bust at ya gut Cuz I'm Never Not clutching a Pistol
Yeah I'm cuffing a fistful
Of lead now you dead
And you Gone
And They miss you
And I'm out fucking ya sister
Then what
And the way that she
Doing her Dance
Got my crew in a trance
Yeah her moves are hypnotic
She made me spew in my pants
I blew all my bands
She gotta me outta pocket
We took a pic but I cropped it
She say she the shit
And she say she that bitch
And she run a good game
But you hoes all the same
When it boil down bitch stop it
And my text line stay lit
She hit me when she
Getting Horny
And I slide through
In that Space ship
Like rick and morty
Give the bitch the forty
Ball yaw then I whip out some White And she
Sniffing and Snorting
Pull out my dick
And she quick to import It
Like a usb stick
This bitch is so horny ay
And a fifth of patron
Got the kid in the zone
I done doubled my limit
Got one bitch on the phone
One lickin' my bone
One scrubbing the dishes
They in love with this pimpin'
And I do not blame em
I do not save em
I just make em come to they Senses
Then I cum and I'm dipping,
Then what
Then I pop me a pill now I'm Tripping
Yeah I'm off a bean and some Lean
Yeah that cup got me stuck
I've been sitting here sipping
Try ya luck and run up
And I'll bust at ya gut
Cuz I'm never not clutching a Pistol
Yeah I'm cuffing a fistful
Of lead now you dead
And you gone and they miss You
And I'm out fucking ya sister
Then what
And the way that she doing her Dance
Got my crew in a trance
Yeah her moves are hypnotic
She made me spew in my pants
I blew all my bands
She gotta me outta pocket
We took a pic but I cropped it
She say she the shit
And she say she that bitch
And she run a good game
But you hoes all the same
When it boil down bitch stop it
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Writer(s): Thomas Peterson
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