Relax (feat. Raí Smith)

They throwing shots I'm throwing ten back
I'm trying to be your plug I just sold ten bags
Nah we ain't in love she need to relax
She drive a Benz I throw the Glock in her C-Class
How you got opps
But at the same time This nigga cool with everybody
Ride with my dawg
Til the wheels fall off and we whipping a big body
They hate me they having pressure about a bitch probably
Pour up lean I told the doctor I got a cough problem
I don't want no green
Ain't no I in team
I got racks in Amiri jeans
AR-Fifteen came with a beam
Wipe his whole team
I make em young dro
Shoulder lean
Might snatch your hoe and make her cream

Am I wrong
No I can not be your man
Me and Champ popping again
I'm throwing bands
I got her dancing to my song
I can't let no Treesh get my time
I rock a Rollie for the time
Niggas claim they know me all the time
But Niggas don't know me
Went to LA I'm balling like Kobe
Twenty four and the clip is loaded
When I'm all in the court
They can't hold me
Ain't no talking that shit
Gotta show me
Understand us
Have my young niggas shooting on camera
Shitting on em like I need pamper
We running shit From New York to Atlanta

They throwing shots I'm throwing ten back
I'm trying to be your plug I just sold ten bags
Nah we ain't in love she need to relax
She drive a Benz I throw the Glock in her C-Class
How you got opps
But at the same time This nigga cool with everybody
Ride with my dawg
Til the wheels fall off and we whipping a big body
They hate me they having pressure about a bitch probably
Pour up lean I told the doctor I got a cough problem
I don't want no green
Ain't no I in team
I got racks in Amiri jeans
AR-Fifteen came with a beam
Wipe his whole team
I make em young dro
Shoulder lean
Might snatch your hoe and make her cream

I woke up balling on a bitch nigga
R.I.P Kobe
Thirty my Glock 30 my pockets
Everything loaded
Left out my spot with this choppa on full
Now it's on E
Can't worry bout what fuck nigga say bout me
I'm in the streets
I stand on business and imma playa
I'm from the East
I'm in the foreign might switch up the ride
And spin in a jeep
Hop in that field And step with my guys I don't need no cleats
And I know
I'm praying for a load
Pray for my bros

They throwing shots I'm throwing ten back
I'm trying to be your plug I just sold ten bags
Nah we ain't in love she need to relax
She drive a Benz I throw the Glock in her C-Class
How you got opps
But at the same time This nigga cool with everybody
Ride with my dawg
Til the wheels fall off and we whipping a big body
They hate me they having pressure about a bitch probably
Pour up lean I told the doctor I got a cough problem
I don't want no green
Ain't no I in team
I got racks in Amiri jeans
AR-Fifteen came with a beam
Wipe his whole team
I make em young dro
Shoulder lean
Might snatch your hoe and make her cream



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Dennis
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