Jeez Relax!

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hokatiwi) [Verse 1: TrDee] Told the clerk, "Blue strip me out, I'm a Crip tonight" Pull up on a opp around ten, brodie, dim your lights We gon' let it rip, ain't no need for really having fights SB X Hokatiwi, real scary sight [Verse 2: StanWill] Bro threw his wrist up, singing 41 like YT Goose made in Canada, my joggy, it say "Y-3" Glock on me, made him step back like he Kyrie She like, "Boy, you dripping all Gucci?", bitch, I might be [Verse 3: BabyTron] Supreme balaclava, Goose coat, I'm a hypebeast Handmade jeans, one of one, ain't have to swipe these Bitch ain't never seen no drink before like, "Why the Sprite pink?" Fireman with the punch work, every site green [Verse 4: TrDee] Ask the bitch who do she love, think I'm YG Purple jeans, MCM belt with a white tee You could search the earth, it is not nobody like me When they see you shining, they gon' act like they cannot see [Verse 5: StanWill, BabyTron & TrDee] Throw a joggy on, run it up, I don't walk at all Euro stepping straight to the bank like I'm Paul Gasol Took a L, couldn't do shit but really walk it off Doctor Dolittle with my shit, I can talk to dawg Executing plays in the O, I feel like Urban Meyer Told her I'm the one, I'm really like Amar'e Stoudemire I'm the Avatar in Walmart, I hit the clerk with fire I just hit this one lil' bitch 'cause my verse was fire [Verse 6: TrDee] Flavors on the hat, smoking flavors, Ben & Jerry life Niggas really still chasing rats, Tom and Jerry life She like, "Oh, you gon' fuck and leave?", bitch, you very right Yeah, we really headed to the top, I'm kinda scared of heights [Verse 7: StanWill] Bags on my eyes, funny all I'm seeing is a bag He can't beat the MAG, why the fuck would I beat his ass? Four-O in my bank account but I was sleep in class Can't throw the word "broke" at me, I ain't seen a cast [Verse 8: BabyTron] She put that two hand twister on me like, jeez, relax I can really count it up now, I used to cheat in math Two years ago was in the stu' chasing dreams I had Now I'm BabyTron, that one guy, I know you've seen his ass [Verse 9: TrDee] Stack the money for a rainy day, I could feel it coming Went to sleep showboating then I woke up stunting Banana clip on the chop, hit him in his muffin You took a trip out to Cali, ain't come back with nothing [Verse 10: StanWill] Japanese cuisine in the booth, rapper appetite God bless my BIN, feeling like a pastor when I swipe Fuck it, might hit Neiman Marcus with a jab but I don't fight Seen an opp in traffic, had to up the blaster at the light [Verse 11: BabyTron] Weapon upgraded, came with rapid fire and a sight Looking like a Spy Kid, I got a gadget on my side I used to be down bad so I'ma stack it to the sky If it's war, thirty minutes, watch the Taliban arrive