Composure lyrics

[Intro: Lud Foe]
Skrr (DY Krazy), skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr
Gang, b*tch
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
You f*cking with me, that's gon' cost you some commotion (b*tch, b*tch)
I'm gettin' sick and tired of keeping my composure (b*tch, b*tch)
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 b*tch exploded (Baow, baow, baow)
From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm a hot n*gga, but all my b*tches be the coldest

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Old lady keep looking out the window, this b*tch nosy (b*tch, you nosy)
We cut your fingers off and send your mama roses (b*tch)
I heard the feds was taking pictures, so I'm posing (Damn)
I got all my jewelry on in this b*tch, I'm feeling frozen (Wop)
pus*y n*ggas hating, tryna knock me off my focus (b*tch)
Pulled up in a foreign car, your boyfriend drivе a Focus
We f*ck around and poke ya if you actin' like you holding (b*tch)
I just sеnt my lil' ho to the store to get some Trojans
These pus*y n*ggas think twice 'cause they know they ass don't live that life
The police read me my rights, I ain't goin' to court, I'm bookin' a flight (I'm gone)
b*tch, I clean up nice, these Givenchy shoes, these ain't no Mikes (b*tch)
f*ck around and lose your life dissing on the internet for likes (Gang, gang)
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
You f*cking with me, that's gon' cost you some commotion (b*tch, b*tch)
I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure (b*tch, b*tch)
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 b*tch exploded (Baow, baow, baow)
From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm a hot n*gga, but all my b*tches be the coldest

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
(Yeah)
What n*gga say I ain't got it?
First day poppin', I turned to an addict
f*ck old n*ggas who told on my daddy (Told on my daddy)
Served the same time what I spent on my Patek
Glock with a switch and it came with a titty
Got it on my own, you ain't come with a penny (Let's get it)
A killer, I look in the mirror
I'm rockin' Amiri apparel (Rockin' Amiri apparel)
f*cked a rich b*tch for a nickel
I ran a few times with the pillows
Knew a Crip in Cali', he crippled
n*ggas 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 (On God)
Pass me an opp 'Wood and light it (Uh-huh)
Take the Hellcat, slide 290 (Skrrt)
Better keep your gun, they slidin'
I put my b*tch on the private
n*gga better duck them indictments
In the trenches, I hang with the lions
Pull out your blicky, no fighting
Yeah
[Chorus: Lud Foe]
You f*cking with me, that's gon' cost you some commotion (b*tch, b*tch)
I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure (b*tch, b*tch)
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 b*tch exploded (Baow, baow, baow)
From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)
Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm a hot n*gga, but all my b*tches be the coldest