"relax!" lyrics

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
My nigga trap out the 7/11
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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