Composure!

Lyrics

Yeah
 Yuh, yuh
 I pour the lean right up in my soda
 Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
 She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
 Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
 Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower
 She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
 Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
 That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
 Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
 Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
 Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
 Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice
 Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
 I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
 I'm sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates
 I swear, these niggas my clones
 Bad white bitch, she all in my phone
 I do this shit, yeah, all on my own
 I'm boutta' blow, yeah, this shit is prone
 Smokin' your dead man, yeah, that's my cologne
 I mix the Helmut Lang with the Vlone
 She say "Lovin My Fashion!", that's her favorite song
 These niggas mad that I'm finna be on
 Just hit my phone, when you finna be home?
 Girl, you know I ain't finna be long
 Try me, yeah, that boy gon' be gone
 He want free smoke, nigga, come on
 Try me, be like, nigga, come on
 .223 gon' send that boy home
 I pour the lean right up in my soda
 Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
 She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
 Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
 Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower
 She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
 Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
 That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
 Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
 Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
 Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
 Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice
 Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
 I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
 I'm sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates
 I pour the lean right up in my soda
 Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova
 She wanna fuck? Then, baby, come over
 Can't let these niggas fuck up my composure
 Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower
 She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
 Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
 That nigga broke, that's why I don't know 'em
 Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it
 Can't fuck with me, I done already told 'em
 Can't fuck with me, I done already showed 'em
 Talkin' that shit like I wouldn't notice
 Bitch, I'm the shit, you already know this
 I don't fuck with you, don't send me no opens
 I'm sippin' DJ Phat
 

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Song Details

Duration
01:48
Key
8
Tempo
97 BPM

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