relax! (with Slump6s)

D-d-d-div, don't do it to 'em
Spee, gang

Seen that opp from afar, make him stop in his tracks
Man, I went through a lot just to run up these racks
I was smoking that frrt, I was totin' them gats
You not that tough, lil' boy, relax
I smoke them blunts, my bitch do wax
I gave that bitch dick, now her brace on her back
And I know you down bad 'cause you smokin' them jacks
Put your mans in a box, I ain't talkin' 'bout Jack

Slide on a opp, I completed the mission
I'm fuckin' that ho, ain't no hug, ain't no kissin'
I been good from the line, bitch, I'm shootin' efficient
I got that bitch on the hook like we fishin'
So many cosigns, bitch, I need a petition
I got so many hits, made a list of them bitches
But he talkin' down, I put him on a hitlist

Seen that opp from afar, make him stop in his tracks
Man, I went through a lot just to run up these racks
In that big body truck and it whip like a 'Cat
Ain't no 'Dami, but I got my ways to the cash
I smoke them blunts, my bitch do wax
I gave that bitch dick, now her brace on her back
And I know you down bad 'cause you smokin' them jacks
Put your mans in a box, I ain't talkin' 'bout Jack (Bah)

Yeah, we put your mans in that bodybag
I'm in L.A., and I'm ridin' that Cadillac
Posted on the block, lil' bitch, that's a habitat
Catch a opp and then my choppa go, "Rat-tat-tat"

I fuck his bitch on the way to do
I got a bag, then I tell them to add it up
You gonna want somebody comin' after ya
I fuck around and take a trip to Africa
And my choppa gon' eat, take his soul like
And he said he gon' kill lil' 600, he didn't
And lil' 'Dami, he shootin', he tell 'em, "Good riddance"
I can't fight it no more, bitch, I bring in the winnings
You would think that I'm fillin', I stay with a
So much money on me, bitch, I know it's a blessing
She like, "Bae, are you rich?" I'm a paper-proficient



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Writer(s): David Wallace, Divjot Singh Anand, Namil Bridges
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