Relax! (feat. Ypc Rambo)

Like baby relax, just come and play on my lap
I know you lost, I got the map
You don't gotta cap, baby just slide to the trap
Bounce that ass, girl throw it back
Doing your thing on the dick, you amazing
Should get a sponsor, bitch your pussy dangerous
Wet as a waterfall, shorty my favorite

But, That's if I talk off the Henny
Gang gonna blow up, big shout out to Renny
I spit sum shit they remember, it's trendy
Then post on your block, selling dimes for a 20 (aha, Gang)
(That shit funny)
Don't play with me on some real shit,
I'm on the come up, I came here to kill shit
Stack up some commas, just need me a meal quick
Bro got the drop, send the addy that steel kick

Young Paper Chaser, quick bag off of weed
Brand new exotic, I got what you need
Said I'm in the projects, your girl on her knees
And if I were to sneeze, that lil bitch gon bless me

Grinding for bags, I just gotta obtain em
I know you got hoes, but we not gonna name em
Girl if we do that, then I'm gonna do better
Fucking your bestfriend, I tell her to do better
Ain't gotta jacket, she came in with 2 sweaters

Always with gang, ain't a private endeavor
Dots on her face like she under the weather
Swallow the kids, she was destined for better

Like baby relax, just come and play on my lap
I know you lost, I got the map
You don't gotta cap, baby just slide to the trap
Bounce that ass, girl throw it back

Like we could go out, date to the movies no doubt
Chips all around, Minnie Mouse
Like fuck in the house, we be outside
Carnival telly just come for the ride
We gon be deady, but I'm on your side
Girl if you ready be Bonnie I'm Clyde

We going out, call it a date
We feeling spicy, we went out of state
Food good as hell, I clean the plate
High as hell, we smoked more than a eighth
Might as well, leave a kiss on her face
Wet as hell, n I love how it taste

I think to cook, she bake the cake
Hit from the back, cuz I love how it shake
Pull on her braids, like I thought it was fake
You ain't Sha'Carri, I grab by the waist

Break out her tracks like, it's Hot Wheels
She gon ride on the dick in her High Heels
And my brand new EP got like 5 kills
Play them back to back, you won't see all of my skills

If I miss a shot, she got lucky
2 pounds of the pot in my duffy
Back in the Trap, lonely smoking that fluffy
Pockets got fat, now your bitch wanna touch me

In the back of the Vette, with the munchies
With a shorty that say that she love dick
With the way I be rapping, no capping, I'm fly like Aladdin
She might fall in love quick

And I gave her some wood for that fye
Slash out my tires, cuz she bout that hood shit
In the studio bumping, we jump em
I spot em, I got em, Glocks heat then he running
Don't play with me, bitch I'm a Goblin

If the job ain't done, then I'm on it
Big body nigga, bitch fuck the opponent
Glock with a switch, that's my daily component
I just want the cheese, but I fucking hate rodents

Like baby relax, just come and play on my lap
I know you lost, I got the map
You don't gotta cap, baby just slide to the trap
Bounce that ass, girl throw it back
Doing your thing on the dick, you amazing
Should get a sponsor, bitch your pussy dangerous
Wet as a waterfall, shorty my favorite



Credits
Writer(s): Ypc Goblin
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