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?", b*tch, 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
b*tch 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 b*tch 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 sh*t but really walk it off
Doctor Dolittle with my sh*t, 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' b*tch 'cause my verse was fire

[Verse 6: TrDee]
Flavors on the hat, smoking flavors, Ben & Jerry life
n*ggas really still chasing rats, Tom and Jerry life
She like, "Oh, you gon' f*ck and leave?", b*tch, 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 f*ck 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
f*ck 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