Calm N' Collective (feat. lenaxo)
Walk inside the class with a 50 (with a 50, damn)
We smoking on his pack, ain't no Tooki
Niggas be on dick, like they want cookies (yea, they want them cookies)
Walk around with sticks, bitch you know I keep a tooly
All this damn green on me, bitch i'm on go (we on go)
Ricky all on my feet, like I got all the dough (all this dough)
They think i'm too crazy, like i'm too sicko
We on go
We on go
Chillin on the beat, oh yea
Riding round with a Telfar
Going out state, just to mail her
Cause that's my gang, without gang that's shitty
Riding round with a 50
Text a nigga, do he miss me, AW NAH
Flipping, and flipping, and flipping
This my shit, that's none of your business
You wanna talk shit, cause you apparently with it
We all know you cap, can see through your fitted
Damn, yuh
Riding with sticks, oh yea, huh
With my gang, oh yea, huh (oh yea, huh, oh yea huh)
You know when i'm with gang, shit finna get real messy
She said she tryna kick it, but i don't play fifa, i'm not messi
Pussy kept talking like he with it, but in person he ain't step to me
Opps know i'm upping the score, feel like jordan back in '93
Opps having trouble sliding, they can't really fuck with me
(No they can't fuck with me)
Told my young nigga it's time to slide, he want da smith n wesson dumping 223's (dumping 223)
You know when i slide, i want my choppa with double D's
Extended clips all over the seat, hold on had his baby momma in the backseat
Remember i told gang it's time to run up them racks, yeah we used to be bottom feed (used to be broke as fuck now we run it up)
Remember we being on da block, if we see 12 then it's time to flee
If you see a opp, it better be the last time he breathe
(Hollows send 'em to heaven, playing with your life you gambling)
(Free my brother Quan, you know what i'm saying)
Hollows send 'em to heaven
Playing with life you gambling
See a opp he scrambling
On the net, he rambling
He want smoke, he can have it
Choppa bad, reek havoc
(Hollows send 'em to heaven)
(Playing with life you gambling)
(See a opp he scrambling)
(On the net, he rambling)
We smoking on his pack, ain't no Tooki
Niggas be on dick, like they want cookies (yea, they want them cookies)
Walk around with sticks, bitch you know I keep a tooly
All this damn green on me, bitch i'm on go (we on go)
Ricky all on my feet, like I got all the dough (all this dough)
They think i'm too crazy, like i'm too sicko
We on go
We on go
Chillin on the beat, oh yea
Riding round with a Telfar
Going out state, just to mail her
Cause that's my gang, without gang that's shitty
Riding round with a 50
Text a nigga, do he miss me, AW NAH
Flipping, and flipping, and flipping
This my shit, that's none of your business
You wanna talk shit, cause you apparently with it
We all know you cap, can see through your fitted
Damn, yuh
Riding with sticks, oh yea, huh
With my gang, oh yea, huh (oh yea, huh, oh yea huh)
You know when i'm with gang, shit finna get real messy
She said she tryna kick it, but i don't play fifa, i'm not messi
Pussy kept talking like he with it, but in person he ain't step to me
Opps know i'm upping the score, feel like jordan back in '93
Opps having trouble sliding, they can't really fuck with me
(No they can't fuck with me)
Told my young nigga it's time to slide, he want da smith n wesson dumping 223's (dumping 223)
You know when i slide, i want my choppa with double D's
Extended clips all over the seat, hold on had his baby momma in the backseat
Remember i told gang it's time to run up them racks, yeah we used to be bottom feed (used to be broke as fuck now we run it up)
Remember we being on da block, if we see 12 then it's time to flee
If you see a opp, it better be the last time he breathe
(Hollows send 'em to heaven, playing with your life you gambling)
(Free my brother Quan, you know what i'm saying)
Hollows send 'em to heaven
Playing with life you gambling
See a opp he scrambling
On the net, he rambling
He want smoke, he can have it
Choppa bad, reek havoc
(Hollows send 'em to heaven)
(Playing with life you gambling)
(See a opp he scrambling)
(On the net, he rambling)
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Stovall
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