Relax

I done made it in these streets
How dare you
Try too fuck with me
Nîggas hold the heat
Leave you toasted b
How dare you
Try too fuck with me
Gang shots
Same blocks
They rocked
We dropped
Spin back
Get clapped
G Mack
Relax

I been on gangtime
Since a sprout
I get you knocked out
If you doubt
We had them shotguns
In the couch
Brand new FN
It's in route

Hurd you be trapping
All in your house
Sk bitch
All in your mouth
Send in Them packs
Nigga Then we out
I need racks
Stuffed in the pouch

I been on drill time
Since A kid
Know bout steel
Whipping with the pan
Free my niggas locked
In the can
Know them opps
Drop where they stand

I slide on any block
For them bands
Nigga I'm Top chef
When I land
Nîgga we balled out
In the yams
I done turned
Bad Bitchs into fans

I done made it in these streets
How dare you
Try too fuck with me
Nîggas hold the heat
Leave you toasted b
How dare you
Try too fuck with me

That's all faxts
Yeah i got the numbers
Like car fax
You claiming you sliding
That's all cap
I'm really outside
With big straps
You niggas ahhh die
No car crash

Yeah I got a 40
It's compact
It's leaving you wheezing
On contact
Bitch bitch
Look

Be moving outside
Sanctioned
Y'all niggas ahhh die
Ain't shit
Too fold up
I got the cobra clutch
Lil Nîggas
Be broke as fuck

I make them people
Open up
Yeah
I make them people
Open up
Gang shit
We Wilding

Back out
In the middle traffic
Bad bitch
She ain't use too the savage
Last Nîgga
I see he was average
Yeah bitch
I'm usually spazzing

Back out
In the middle traffic
Bad bitch
She ain't use too the savage
Last Nîgga
I see he was average
Yeah bitch
I'm usually spazzing

Gang shots
Same blocks
They rocked
We dropped
Spin back
Get clapped
G Mack
Relax
Gang shots
Same blocks
They rocked
We dropped
Spin back
Get clapped
G Mack
Relax

I done made it in these streets
How dare you
Try too fuck with me
Nîggas hold the heat
Leave you toasted b
How dare you
Try too fuck with me



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Sprinkle
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