Composure

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Skrr, skrr, skrr (DY Krazy)
 Skrr, skrr
 Gang, bitch
 Gang, gang
 You fucking with me, that's gon' cause you some commotion
 I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure
 I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it
 Got all this money with me, people think I growed it
 Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded
 From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded
 Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it
 I'm a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest
 Old lady keep looking out the window, this bitch nosy
 We cut your fingers off and send your mama roses
 I heard the Feds was taking pictures so I'm posing (damn)
 I got all my jewelry on in this bitch, I'm feeling frozen
 Pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my focus (bitch)
 Pulled up in a foreign car, your boyfriend drive a Focus
 We fuck around and poke you if you acting like you holding
 I just sent my lil' ho to the store to get some Trojans
 These pussy niggas think twice
 'Cause they know they ass don't live that life
 The police read me my rights
 I ain't going to court, I'm booking a flight
 Bitch, I clean up nice
 These Givenchy shoes, these ain't no Nikes
 Fuck around and lose your life
 Dissing on the internet for life
 You fucking with me, that's gon' cause you some commotion
 I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure
 I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it
 Got all this money with me, people think I growed it
 Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded
 From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded
 Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it
 I'm a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest
 (Yeah)
 What nigga say I ain't got it?
 First day popping, I done turned to an addict
 Fuck old niggas who told on my daddy
 Served same time when I spend on my Patek
 Glock with a switch and it came with a titty
 Got it on my own, you ain't come with a pendant
 A killer, I look in the mirror
 I'm rocking Amiri apparel
 Fucked a rich bitch for a nickle
 I ran a few times with the powders
 Knew a crip in Cali', he crippled
 Niggas said that he told just a little
 If you get too big, they'll kill you
 When you speak that pain, they'll feel you
 Tried to give me ten years for a pistol
 Take five, just meet me in the middle
 Pass me an opp wood and light it
 Took the Hellcat, slide 290
 Better keep your gun, they sliding
 I put my bitch on the private
 Nigga better duck diamonds
 In the trenches, I hang with the lions
 Pull out your blicky, no fighting, yeah
 You fucking with me, that's gon' cause you some commotion
 I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure
 I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it
 Got all this money with me, people think I growed it
 Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded
 From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded
 Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it
 I'm a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest (coldest)
 

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Duration
03:08
Key
1
Tempo
143 BPM

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