Relax (feat. Raí Smith)

They throwing shots I'm throwing ten back I'm trying to be your plug I just sold ten bags Nah we ain't in love she need to relax She drive a Benz I throw the Glock in her C-Class How you got opps But at the same time This nigga cool with everybody Ride with my dawg Til the wheels fall off and we whipping a big body They hate me they having pressure about a bitch probably Pour up lean I told the doctor I got a cough problem I don't want no green Ain't no I in team I got racks in Amiri jeans AR-Fifteen came with a beam Wipe his whole team I make em young dro Shoulder lean Might snatch your hoe and make her cream Am I wrong No I can not be your man Me and Champ popping again I'm throwing bands I got her dancing to my song I can't let no Treesh get my time I rock a Rollie for the time Niggas claim they know me all the time But Niggas don't know me Went to LA I'm balling like Kobe Twenty four and the clip is loaded When I'm all in the court They can't hold me Ain't no talking that shit Gotta show me Understand us Have my young niggas shooting on camera Shitting on em like I need pamper We running shit From New York to Atlanta They throwing shots I'm throwing ten back I'm trying to be your plug I just sold ten bags Nah we ain't in love she need to relax She drive a Benz I throw the Glock in her C-Class How you got opps But at the same time This nigga cool with everybody Ride with my dawg Til the wheels fall off and we whipping a big body They hate me they having pressure about a bitch probably Pour up lean I told the doctor I got a cough problem I don't want no green Ain't no I in team I got racks in Amiri jeans AR-Fifteen came with a beam Wipe his whole team I make em young dro Shoulder lean Might snatch your hoe and make her cream I woke up balling on a bitch nigga R.I.P Kobe Thirty my Glock 30 my pockets Everything loaded Left out my spot with this choppa on full Now it's on E Can't worry bout what fuck nigga say bout me I'm in the streets I stand on business and imma playa I'm from the East I'm in the foreign might switch up the ride And spin in a jeep Hop in that field And step with my guys I don't need no cleats And I know I'm praying for a load Pray for my bros They throwing shots I'm throwing ten back I'm trying to be your plug I just sold ten bags Nah we ain't in love she need to relax She drive a Benz I throw the Glock in her C-Class How you got opps But at the same time This nigga cool with everybody Ride with my dawg Til the wheels fall off and we whipping a big body They hate me they having pressure about a bitch probably Pour up lean I told the doctor I got a cough problem I don't want no green Ain't no I in team I got racks in Amiri jeans AR-Fifteen came with a beam Wipe his whole team I make em young dro Shoulder lean Might snatch your hoe and make her cream