Chill Out
I'm Tellin Ya
Saying
Shh quiet
We gotta find em an get em inside
I see the fake and the bitch in his eyes
None of these niggas is none of the guys
Yea Fuck it
These niggas pussy See thru the disguise
Peep so much game won't get caught by Surprise
I got the team and the gang on my side
I put the team and the gang on the map
An I hop on that bitch wit that thang on my lap
Clutchin it fuck it he try me I up it
He say the wrong thang then he kickin the bucket
Hit her one time she was fresh out Kentucky
I keep that heat on me fresh out the oven
You hit the bottom they treat you like nothing
Only speak action no need for discussion
I got it on me it's on me so often
Fake kick it these nigga stone cold Steve Austin
Hit that luh pussy I Found it An lost it
I'm Looking around at a circle of bosses
Bitches gone do what it take for attention
Niggas gone do what it take for a mention
Her shit a pool and i'm swimming all in it
When I beat her back out I pull her extensions
Is he active If he ain't then you know we gone tax em
Gotta stand on yo word like a pastor
I can't have my son grow up a bastard
Give me brain ya she giving me masters
Slow it down just to get it in faster
Hit her once then I turn into casper
From the hood switch it up be adaptive
Work for me come and be on the payroll
She gone skip on the hop when I say so
Niggas all on yo block like a Lego
Got it on me ain't taking my eggo
Soulja boy act a fool with the draco
Diadora will step on diego
Ketchup wit me or split yo tomato
Tu No entiendo ain't getting no peso
I'm investing the money im making
Chop it up we gone smoke til we Asian
Ya she white but her booty Jamaican
Fuck it
Im not crippin im not blood I just got it out the mud
Jurrasik park im out the hood
I don't slack and I don't lack
Fuck her once hit from the back
Walk in yo spot shake it up like a seizure
Interrogation I'm Havin amnesia
Drip on em like I just spilt Polynesian
These Niggas ill up it without having reason
We stickin together like it's a cohesion
Fuck it I told em we even
Damn
What do you mean
Count up these hunnids no money machine
Stand on yo block like I'm setting a screen
Damn
What do you mean
Count up these hunnids no money machine
Stand on yo block like I'm setting a screen
Coming at ya every time fasho
Aye
Saying
Shh quiet
We gotta find em an get em inside
I see the fake and the bitch in his eyes
None of these niggas is none of the guys
Yea Fuck it
These niggas pussy See thru the disguise
Peep so much game won't get caught by Surprise
I got the team and the gang on my side
I put the team and the gang on the map
An I hop on that bitch wit that thang on my lap
Clutchin it fuck it he try me I up it
He say the wrong thang then he kickin the bucket
Hit her one time she was fresh out Kentucky
I keep that heat on me fresh out the oven
You hit the bottom they treat you like nothing
Only speak action no need for discussion
I got it on me it's on me so often
Fake kick it these nigga stone cold Steve Austin
Hit that luh pussy I Found it An lost it
I'm Looking around at a circle of bosses
Bitches gone do what it take for attention
Niggas gone do what it take for a mention
Her shit a pool and i'm swimming all in it
When I beat her back out I pull her extensions
Is he active If he ain't then you know we gone tax em
Gotta stand on yo word like a pastor
I can't have my son grow up a bastard
Give me brain ya she giving me masters
Slow it down just to get it in faster
Hit her once then I turn into casper
From the hood switch it up be adaptive
Work for me come and be on the payroll
She gone skip on the hop when I say so
Niggas all on yo block like a Lego
Got it on me ain't taking my eggo
Soulja boy act a fool with the draco
Diadora will step on diego
Ketchup wit me or split yo tomato
Tu No entiendo ain't getting no peso
I'm investing the money im making
Chop it up we gone smoke til we Asian
Ya she white but her booty Jamaican
Fuck it
Im not crippin im not blood I just got it out the mud
Jurrasik park im out the hood
I don't slack and I don't lack
Fuck her once hit from the back
Walk in yo spot shake it up like a seizure
Interrogation I'm Havin amnesia
Drip on em like I just spilt Polynesian
These Niggas ill up it without having reason
We stickin together like it's a cohesion
Fuck it I told em we even
Damn
What do you mean
Count up these hunnids no money machine
Stand on yo block like I'm setting a screen
Damn
What do you mean
Count up these hunnids no money machine
Stand on yo block like I'm setting a screen
Coming at ya every time fasho
Aye
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Writer(s): Lamar Cockerham Jr
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