Composure
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
I'm in the hood like a kar engine
Ring and watch kost your mom's pension
I remember I was hard sellin', all that baking soda had the soft strechin'
On a level that they ain't on
Hoodied up like i'm Trayvon
But the police kan't do shit kus they too scared to get banged on
Everywhere I go, I got my chains on
Lighting city's up like I'm Akon
In the trap while you make songs
This big strap make em stay kalm
I just pulled up on your main jawn
She gone fuck without a thang on
You said that's your wifey, that's the same bitch we ran a train on
Stupid bitches wanna kuddle with me, I don't fuck wit niggas that ain't fuckin' wit me
I ain't riddin' for you less you hustle wit me
Ounces go for like 150
LA wavy off the drank dawg
J Moss runnin' out the bank dawg
I remember sellin' 8 balls
I ain't never take days off
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
He was a opp until I met him
You just send the drop, imma wet em
That boy a rock star, he smoke hella rock and it ain't kus he heavy metal
I don't drive but my foot on the pedal
At your neck kus i'm looking for chettah
Niggas be rats, make me sick, make me fed up
Who kan I trust, who gone write back a letter
Chopz gave me the work
Get like two times what it's worth
You can get put on a shirt
Make your loved ones feel hurt
No foreign kar but we skurt
Bitch giving brain, she a nerd
My... like a warrant
Getting boring
I'm done with that kid shit, i'm scoring
Drink henny till night till the morning
My city got love for the orange
10 K in the week... scoring
They sleeping on me, they be snoring
Make me a move, now i'm touring
False move and i'm kicking your door in
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
What you know about B's
What you know about fiends
What you know about hitting them av's with a whole lotta krack in yo jeans
What you know about living yo dream
What you know about gas and kodeine
What you know about the traphouse
I bet you ain't seen no dopefiends
You talk to the police
I talk to the money than I hop in the booth and I let my soul speak
Since a jit, been legit so why they trying to klown me
Get off my dick, get off my page, get the fuck from round me
I ain't kuffin' no thot
Fuck I look like a goddamn kop
Fuck yo bitch in my socks
Bitch I got the sauce, pockets looking like Ross
I roll like 8 up
Feel like a barber, these rappers get taped up
I don't want fake love
I make music I don't make love
Shorty off when she take drugs
Kan't make this up
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
I'm in the hood like a kar engine
Ring and watch kost your mom's pension
I remember I was hard sellin', all that baking soda had the soft strechin'
On a level that they ain't on
Hoodied up like i'm Trayvon
But the police kan't do shit kus they too scared to get banged on
Everywhere I go, I got my chains on
Lighting city's up like I'm Akon
In the trap while you make songs
This big strap make em stay kalm
I just pulled up on your main jawn
She gone fuck without a thang on
You said that's your wifey, that's the same bitch we ran a train on
Stupid bitches wanna kuddle with me, I don't fuck wit niggas that ain't fuckin' wit me
I ain't riddin' for you less you hustle wit me
Ounces go for like 150
LA wavy off the drank dawg
J Moss runnin' out the bank dawg
I remember sellin' 8 balls
I ain't never take days off
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
He was a opp until I met him
You just send the drop, imma wet em
That boy a rock star, he smoke hella rock and it ain't kus he heavy metal
I don't drive but my foot on the pedal
At your neck kus i'm looking for chettah
Niggas be rats, make me sick, make me fed up
Who kan I trust, who gone write back a letter
Chopz gave me the work
Get like two times what it's worth
You can get put on a shirt
Make your loved ones feel hurt
No foreign kar but we skurt
Bitch giving brain, she a nerd
My... like a warrant
Getting boring
I'm done with that kid shit, i'm scoring
Drink henny till night till the morning
My city got love for the orange
10 K in the week... scoring
They sleeping on me, they be snoring
Make me a move, now i'm touring
False move and i'm kicking your door in
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
What you know about B's
What you know about fiends
What you know about hitting them av's with a whole lotta krack in yo jeans
What you know about living yo dream
What you know about gas and kodeine
What you know about the traphouse
I bet you ain't seen no dopefiends
You talk to the police
I talk to the money than I hop in the booth and I let my soul speak
Since a jit, been legit so why they trying to klown me
Get off my dick, get off my page, get the fuck from round me
I ain't kuffin' no thot
Fuck I look like a goddamn kop
Fuck yo bitch in my socks
Bitch I got the sauce, pockets looking like Ross
I roll like 8 up
Feel like a barber, these rappers get taped up
I don't want fake love
I make music I don't make love
Shorty off when she take drugs
Kan't make this up
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but you bluffin'
Your bitch off a molly, she bussin'
Huh
Kall up the gang and they done it
I see you with bandz, better run it
Shots fired, no duckin'
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
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Writer(s): Kobie Turner
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