Take a Breath
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Came from the trap
Had to overlap
So I'm on the track
Shawty bring it bag
Damn that ass is fat
Make it clap
While I'm counting all these stacks
Yeah, I'm counting all these racks
I'm a king, Imma have to tax
For the past
When you all motherfuckers called me wack
Cause you never knew I could rap like that
And its facts
If you talking trash
Imma go and get the Gatling gun
Yeah you better run
God damn, body going numb
What the fuck on my tongue
Tripping now, yeah we having fun
Take another one
Now we on the run
From the cops
I don't fuck with opps
Yeah you know, me and my team be on the rock
Never knock, bustin' through
Yeah you know we bustin' chops
All the birdies finna flock
Aye
All the birdies finna flock
All the birdies finna flock
They the type of birds that mock
Mock Twelve
One day, you say, imma go to Hell
What the hell
Serving up some bangers
Hit the bell
Order up
I don't give a fuck
You just throwing like your name Chuck
Feel like Future, pocket big as a truck
Was stuck in a rut
Now I'm blowing up
Got the faith, like a nun
I don't need none help
Do it myself
Gotta go and get the motherfucking wealth
Gotta go and get the motherfucking wealth
Fuck all the fucking feelings that I felt
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Came from the trap
Had to overlap
So I'm on the track
Dunking on a bitch, like I'm motherfucking Shaq
I don't have to be the best
I just gotta outlast
Got six bitches like a fucking six pack
I been in it more like Shredder, yeah you know I'm not a rat
The way that I rap
You would think that I have hacks
Yeah I've been moving, and I'm fucking sipping on the yack
Bitch, I'm so fresh like a fucking tictac
Rolling papers, some fucking zigzags
Rollin' Stones, yeah I'm finna be on the cover of a mag
Blowing minds, bouta go splat
Outer Space like a satellite
Yeah you livin' that sad life
Yeah I'm mad tight
Call me a Rabi
I don't even care if I die, on the ride
Imma fly through the motherfucking sky
Bitch I'm high on life
And I'm feeling really nice, that's right
I just think she in love with my ice
And I know she finna stay the night
Might hit it twice
Never pay full price
For the weed
Me and my team
Smoking on the green
You a feign
Yeah I gotta kill like Chief Keef
Fucking murder on the beat
Got them weak
I'm on fire that's a streak
Got her shaking on her knees
She just want to smoke a leaf
But I don't share with a hoe
Oh no
Nose bleed no more
Yeah I'm claiming my seat
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Came from the trap
Had to overlap
So I'm on the track
Shawty bring it bag
Damn that ass is fat
Make it clap
While I'm counting all these stacks
Yeah, I'm counting all these racks
I'm a king, Imma have to tax
For the past
When you all motherfuckers called me wack
Cause you never knew I could rap like that
And its facts
If you talking trash
Imma go and get the Gatling gun
Yeah you better run
God damn, body going numb
What the fuck on my tongue
Tripping now, yeah we having fun
Take another one
Now we on the run
From the cops
I don't fuck with opps
Yeah you know, me and my team be on the rock
Never knock, bustin' through
Yeah you know we bustin' chops
All the birdies finna flock
Aye
All the birdies finna flock
All the birdies finna flock
They the type of birds that mock
Mock Twelve
One day, you say, imma go to Hell
What the hell
Serving up some bangers
Hit the bell
Order up
I don't give a fuck
You just throwing like your name Chuck
Feel like Future, pocket big as a truck
Was stuck in a rut
Now I'm blowing up
Got the faith, like a nun
I don't need none help
Do it myself
Gotta go and get the motherfucking wealth
Gotta go and get the motherfucking wealth
Fuck all the fucking feelings that I felt
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Get the cash
Get the bag bitch
Open up the stash
Do the dash
Moving fast
And I'm feeling like The Flash
Shawty got an ass, double take
She gave me whip-lash
Take a breath
Take a step back
You need to relax
Came from the trap
Had to overlap
So I'm on the track
Dunking on a bitch, like I'm motherfucking Shaq
I don't have to be the best
I just gotta outlast
Got six bitches like a fucking six pack
I been in it more like Shredder, yeah you know I'm not a rat
The way that I rap
You would think that I have hacks
Yeah I've been moving, and I'm fucking sipping on the yack
Bitch, I'm so fresh like a fucking tictac
Rolling papers, some fucking zigzags
Rollin' Stones, yeah I'm finna be on the cover of a mag
Blowing minds, bouta go splat
Outer Space like a satellite
Yeah you livin' that sad life
Yeah I'm mad tight
Call me a Rabi
I don't even care if I die, on the ride
Imma fly through the motherfucking sky
Bitch I'm high on life
And I'm feeling really nice, that's right
I just think she in love with my ice
And I know she finna stay the night
Might hit it twice
Never pay full price
For the weed
Me and my team
Smoking on the green
You a feign
Yeah I gotta kill like Chief Keef
Fucking murder on the beat
Got them weak
I'm on fire that's a streak
Got her shaking on her knees
She just want to smoke a leaf
But I don't share with a hoe
Oh no
Nose bleed no more
Yeah I'm claiming my seat
Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Young
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