Stress No More
Told my Papa he can rest
You ain't got to stress no more
I'ma keep your legacy goin'
I ain't Lil Tezz no more
You ain't got to tell me I'ma go
Don't say shit
Better stick to the code
Caught that nigga in traffic
Left his body
Sitting by the toll
If I see a opp
I'ma let him have it
Like some clothes
Fuck Mrs. Kalert
She thought I was gone
Never make it out of school
Breaking all the rules
Don't get played
Just like a fool
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
Told cuz we gone get it
No flodging
Beat my case
I'm goated
I miss my lil pup, pup, pup, pup, pup
Her name was Goldie
These niggas see
I'm balling now
Yes they right
I'm balling out
Yo bitch want my dick
I'm sorry
I'm cooling
With my vibe tonight
I can't cheat, can't do that
Luv my girl, she know that
I can't lose her heart
I don't know
Where the hell she got it
Put her on a flight, and
She sitting right in the cockpit
Told her get off bc
Have my baby
She like stop it
Told my Papa he can rest
You ain't got to stress no more
I'ma keep your legacy goin'
I ain't Lil Tezz no more
You ain't got to tell me I'ma go
Don't say shit
Better stick to the code
Caught that nigga in traffic
Left his body
Sitting by the toll
If I see a opp
I'ma let him have it
Like some clothes
Fuck Mrs. Kalert
She thought I was gone
Never make it out of school
Breaking all the rules
Don't get played
Just like a fool
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
You ain't got to stress no more
I'ma keep your legacy goin'
I ain't Lil Tezz no more
You ain't got to tell me I'ma go
Don't say shit
Better stick to the code
Caught that nigga in traffic
Left his body
Sitting by the toll
If I see a opp
I'ma let him have it
Like some clothes
Fuck Mrs. Kalert
She thought I was gone
Never make it out of school
Breaking all the rules
Don't get played
Just like a fool
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
Told cuz we gone get it
No flodging
Beat my case
I'm goated
I miss my lil pup, pup, pup, pup, pup
Her name was Goldie
These niggas see
I'm balling now
Yes they right
I'm balling out
Yo bitch want my dick
I'm sorry
I'm cooling
With my vibe tonight
I can't cheat, can't do that
Luv my girl, she know that
I can't lose her heart
I don't know
Where the hell she got it
Put her on a flight, and
She sitting right in the cockpit
Told her get off bc
Have my baby
She like stop it
Told my Papa he can rest
You ain't got to stress no more
I'ma keep your legacy goin'
I ain't Lil Tezz no more
You ain't got to tell me I'ma go
Don't say shit
Better stick to the code
Caught that nigga in traffic
Left his body
Sitting by the toll
If I see a opp
I'ma let him have it
Like some clothes
Fuck Mrs. Kalert
She thought I was gone
Never make it out of school
Breaking all the rules
Don't get played
Just like a fool
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
Nigga want pressure
We bringing them tools
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Writer(s): Devaune Wilborn
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