The British Are Relaxed

Lyrics
[Verse 1: J $tash] Too much glory for the underdog This rap sentence comes out [?] I got bad women up on my balls At these fashion shows with a bunch of stars At the Gucci store sipping on Cristal Me and Danny Seth buying out the bar We don't need shit but we buy the car Got Rolex and the Audemar I don't need babies, lil bitches in flavors It's Maison Margiela's, no almighty sweater One thousand, two thousand, three thousand or better My Rick Owens sneakers got black [?] leather My swag is illegal, it's killing you niggas I dress like a Beatle, my girl's like Aaliyah You talking that money but we don't believe you I got me some good head from this girl named Piah [Verse 2: Collard] Vibing, your boy in the bitch No lie, nigga that's what it is Young BG with the charge Young Steph Curry with the swish I be tryna get it how I live Young Harry Kane with the hits Young Ric Flair in this bitch No lie nigga, that's what it is I ain't touch rolls in a minute With them south boys, they with it Don't get jumped for them gimmicks TECs don't come with a limit Thank god every day for my come up We was tryna get it how we living Seen money turn green, that's just fake Seen 12 turn bitch niggas crickets [Verse 3: Danny Seth] One verse, a hearse, and no coroners And I [?] the boot like a tourist Inside the bitch like an organ And I be your fool like the circus Talk shit and quickly abort it I'm in front of these girls like porches And I don't do forfeits And the places that I hang You can't get in like a fortress Want a feature, can't afford it Copperdales, I count enormous So I signed to myself but my boys got my back like a [?] All in your ear like an earring But I still keep it underground like an earwig Pop Adderalls so I think clearly TBAC 'till I depart dearly
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Credits
- Producers
- Zach Nahome