CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Jeez Relax!
Hokatiwi
Told the clerk, "Blue strip me out, I'm a Crip tonight"
Pull up on a opp around ten, brodie, dim your lights
We gon' let it rip, ain't no need for really having fights
SB X Hokatiwi, real scary sight
Bro threw his wrist up, singing 41 like YT
Goose made in Canada, my joggy, it say "Y3"
Glock on me, make him step back like he Kyrie
She like, "Boy, you dripping all in Gucci", b*t*h, I might be
Supreme balaclava, Goose coat, I'm a hypebeast
Handmade jeans, one of one, ain't have to swipe these
b*t*h ain't never seen no drink before like, "Why the sprite pink?"
Fireman with the punch work, every site green
Ask the b*t*h who do she love, think I'm YG
Purple jeans, MCM belt with a white tee
You could search the Earth, it is not nobody like me
When they see you shining, they gon' act like they cannot see
Throw a joggy on, run it up, I don't walk at all
Euro stepping straight to the bank like I'm Paul Gasol
Took a L, couldn't do sh*t but really walk it off
Doctor Dolittle with my sh*t, I can talk to dawg
Executing plays in the O, I feel like Urban Meyer
Told her I'm the one, I'm really like Amar'e Stoudemire
I'm the Avatar in Walmart, I hit the clerk with fire
I just hit this one lil' b*t*h 'cause my verse was fire
Flavors on the hat, smoking flavors, Ben & Jerry life
n***as really still chasing rats, Tom and Jerry life
She like, "Oh, you gon' f**k and leave?", b*t*h, you very right
Yeah, we really headed to the top, I'm kinda scared of heights
Bags on my eyes, funny all I'm seeing is a bag
He can't beat the MAG, why the f**k would I beat his ass?
Four-O in my bank account but I was sleep in class
Can't throw the word "broke" at me, I ain't seen a cast
She put that two hand twister on me like, jeez, relax
I can really count it up, nah, I used to cheat in math
Two years ago was in the stu' chasing dreams I had
Now I'm BabyTron, that one guy, I know you've seen his ass
Stack the money for a rainy day, I could feel it coming
Went to sleep show boating then I woke up stunting
Banana clip on the chop, hit him in his muffin
You took a trip out to Cali, ain't come back with nothing
Japanese cuisine in the booth, rapper apatite
God blessed my BIN, feeling like a pastor when I swipe
f**k it, might hit Neiman Marcus with a jab but I don't fight
Seen an opp in traffic, had to up the blaster at the light
Weapon upgraded, came with rapid fire and a sight
Looking like a Spy Kid, I got a gadget on my side
I used to be down bad so I'ma stack it to the sky
If it's war, thirty minutes, watch the Taliban arrive
Told the clerk, "Blue strip me out, I'm a Crip tonight"
Pull up on a opp around ten, brodie, dim your lights
We gon' let it rip, ain't no need for really having fights
SB X Hokatiwi, real scary sight
Bro threw his wrist up, singing 41 like YT
Goose made in Canada, my joggy, it say "Y3"
Glock on me, make him step back like he Kyrie
She like, "Boy, you dripping all in Gucci", b*t*h, I might be
Supreme balaclava, Goose coat, I'm a hypebeast
Handmade jeans, one of one, ain't have to swipe these
b*t*h ain't never seen no drink before like, "Why the sprite pink?"
Fireman with the punch work, every site green
Ask the b*t*h who do she love, think I'm YG
Purple jeans, MCM belt with a white tee
You could search the Earth, it is not nobody like me
When they see you shining, they gon' act like they cannot see
Throw a joggy on, run it up, I don't walk at all
Euro stepping straight to the bank like I'm Paul Gasol
Took a L, couldn't do sh*t but really walk it off
Doctor Dolittle with my sh*t, I can talk to dawg
Executing plays in the O, I feel like Urban Meyer
Told her I'm the one, I'm really like Amar'e Stoudemire
I'm the Avatar in Walmart, I hit the clerk with fire
I just hit this one lil' b*t*h 'cause my verse was fire
Flavors on the hat, smoking flavors, Ben & Jerry life
n***as really still chasing rats, Tom and Jerry life
She like, "Oh, you gon' f**k and leave?", b*t*h, you very right
Yeah, we really headed to the top, I'm kinda scared of heights
Bags on my eyes, funny all I'm seeing is a bag
He can't beat the MAG, why the f**k would I beat his ass?
Four-O in my bank account but I was sleep in class
Can't throw the word "broke" at me, I ain't seen a cast
She put that two hand twister on me like, jeez, relax
I can really count it up, nah, I used to cheat in math
Two years ago was in the stu' chasing dreams I had
Now I'm BabyTron, that one guy, I know you've seen his ass
Stack the money for a rainy day, I could feel it coming
Went to sleep show boating then I woke up stunting
Banana clip on the chop, hit him in his muffin
You took a trip out to Cali, ain't come back with nothing
Japanese cuisine in the booth, rapper apatite
God blessed my BIN, feeling like a pastor when I swipe
f**k it, might hit Neiman Marcus with a jab but I don't fight
Seen an opp in traffic, had to up the blaster at the light
Weapon upgraded, came with rapid fire and a sight
Looking like a Spy Kid, I got a gadget on my side
I used to be down bad so I'ma stack it to the sky
If it's war, thirty minutes, watch the Taliban arrive
