CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : relax!
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 b*t*h do wax
I gave that b*t*h d**k, 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 f**kin' that ho, ain't no hug, ain't no kissin'
I been good from the line, b*t*h, I'm shootin' efficient
I got that b*t*h on the hook like we fishin'
So many cosigns, b*t*h, I need a pet**ion
I got so many hits, made a list of them b*t*hes
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 b*t*h do wax
I gave that b*t*h d**k, now her brace on hеr 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, wе put your mans in that bodybag
I'm in L.A., and I'm ridin' that Cadillac
Posted on the block, lil' b*t*h, that's a habitat
Catch a opp and then my choppa go, "Rat-tat-tat"
I f**k his b*t*h 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 f**k around and take a trip to Africa
My n***a 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, b*t*h, I bring in the winnings
You would think that I'm fillin', I stay with a FN
So much money on me, b*t*h, I know it's a blessing
She like, "Bae, are you rich?" I'm a paper-proficient
Oh, oh, oh
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 b*t*h do wax
I gave that b*t*h d**k, 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 f**kin' that ho, ain't no hug, ain't no kissin'
I been good from the line, b*t*h, I'm shootin' efficient
I got that b*t*h on the hook like we fishin'
So many cosigns, b*t*h, I need a pet**ion
I got so many hits, made a list of them b*t*hes
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 b*t*h do wax
I gave that b*t*h d**k, now her brace on hеr 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, wе put your mans in that bodybag
I'm in L.A., and I'm ridin' that Cadillac
Posted on the block, lil' b*t*h, that's a habitat
Catch a opp and then my choppa go, "Rat-tat-tat"
I f**k his b*t*h 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 f**k around and take a trip to Africa
My n***a 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, b*t*h, I bring in the winnings
You would think that I'm fillin', I stay with a FN
So much money on me, b*t*h, I know it's a blessing
She like, "Bae, are you rich?" I'm a paper-proficient
Oh, oh, oh
