No Chaos
Ain't no god damn chaos in this hoe, yeah
Ain't no way I can't maintain no more yea
Huh huh, I be on the dash when I get really rocky, yuh
Swinging sticks like its a game its like we playing hockey, yuh
Can't talk no more if it ain't shit its like I live in silence
Yeah they catch the ops on the way home when they don't got a license
With two-two three's they drop the smoke this shit gon be a crisis
Yeah i'm in my peace i'm in my zone when this shit at its finest
Hop in a coop I got racks in my hands
Whole lot of tracks I could be in the band
Pouring my cup I'm gon sip till I land
If you run up my cut then you ain't finna stand
Ima have fun when I go to here
I be sipping on soda this shit never clear
Tryna walk to the school but these niggas be weird
Its a whole lotta shit if they come over near
They gon call me a player
Twenty-four rip to a laker
I don't drive but they think i'm a racer
I put on big pants think i'm a chaser
I do my money dance damn i'm a saver
Fit clean it be sharp like a razer
Call it money but we call it paper
Shit is easy then stay as a ranger
Hella shit ima call it a major
Ain't no god damn chaos in this hoe, yeah
Ain't no way I can't maintain no more yea
Huh huh, I be on the dash when I get really rocky, yuh
Swinging sticks like its a game its like we playing hockey, yuh
Can't talk no more if it ain't shit its like I live in silence
Yeah they catch the ops on the way home when they don't got a license
With two-two three's they drop the smoke this shit gon be a crisis
Ain't no way I can't maintain no more yea
Huh huh, I be on the dash when I get really rocky, yuh
Swinging sticks like its a game its like we playing hockey, yuh
Can't talk no more if it ain't shit its like I live in silence
Yeah they catch the ops on the way home when they don't got a license
With two-two three's they drop the smoke this shit gon be a crisis
Yeah i'm in my peace i'm in my zone when this shit at its finest
Hop in a coop I got racks in my hands
Whole lot of tracks I could be in the band
Pouring my cup I'm gon sip till I land
If you run up my cut then you ain't finna stand
Ima have fun when I go to here
I be sipping on soda this shit never clear
Tryna walk to the school but these niggas be weird
Its a whole lotta shit if they come over near
They gon call me a player
Twenty-four rip to a laker
I don't drive but they think i'm a racer
I put on big pants think i'm a chaser
I do my money dance damn i'm a saver
Fit clean it be sharp like a razer
Call it money but we call it paper
Shit is easy then stay as a ranger
Hella shit ima call it a major
Ain't no god damn chaos in this hoe, yeah
Ain't no way I can't maintain no more yea
Huh huh, I be on the dash when I get really rocky, yuh
Swinging sticks like its a game its like we playing hockey, yuh
Can't talk no more if it ain't shit its like I live in silence
Yeah they catch the ops on the way home when they don't got a license
With two-two three's they drop the smoke this shit gon be a crisis
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Writer(s): Leon Alcala
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