Calm B Down lyrics

[Intro]
Mhhh, uh, mhhh, yeah

[Verse]
I’ll give a hunnid to my lil shooter
I’ll give a hunnid to myself I ain’t got a damn shooter
I’ll shoot it myself I don't beef on computers
They died tryna buy more gas f*ck a shooter, finna pull up
Wait, all my pockets fat just like Buddha (uh)
I be kicking doors with this stick n*gga I ain’t boot up
Shawty tammat, ‘only pop half a xan’ n*gga better boot up
Whoa said it’s time to slide yeen gotta suit up
Aye, come here, b*tch, had to flat beat 'em
I had to spin the block just like a noodle
Why it’s always me, I gotta always take the damn chance
Chance after chance, n*gga I’ll take all my charges
Every time I hop on a beat, the police called for arson
Wack bih’ wit that stick, I said hold up get gnarly
Beat that boy ass, kept the boy bacardi
You play wit' lil kyra, on god, then I'm gon' off 'em
Want smoke with any gang it ain’t no stopping
I’m having fun I ain’t got no license, n*gga why the f*ck am I driving?
All the b*tches that I used to f*ck on, (ou), I got all them hoes spying
Talm bout the opps n*gga kill em all, I don't give a f*ck if they dyin’
Baby let’s go, I’m tryna f*ck you in private
Big backwoods, I’m telling ya they giant
Cut that check ‘fore I get his ass wore like nike
I with the band, we got sticks, drums, guitar, n*gga let’s go
GL4, f*cked two b*tches the night before
Then go rock out a show, I’m baby whoa
n*gga I’m the only Oso
I just had dreams I was popping lights, n*gga I'll never grow
Imma put 30 shots in this Glock just for Sumo
b*tch I care for you tried to take me from this damn life, b*tch you is a hoe
n*gga, you is a lame n*gga, we can meet n*gga, no show
Locked up with some poor n*ggas mad at me cause I bust door
7.6 sh*t Mafioso
b*tch I ain’t mean to let ya down, b*tch, I gotta make my Capo proud
DK said he been getting hoes round, sh*t ain’t nothing I’ll move the whole pound
This sh*t ain’t nothing I’ll fade yo ass down
I’m from the east, these n*ggas from a small ass town
I can’t talk to you, baby, gotta calm that sh*t down
Mama I’m finna have a kid, I know you don’t like how that sound
Lil BJ can’t trust nobody, same day he got put down
Lil B gonna have to bust somebody damn, i gotta calm him down
n*gga I mean that b*tch ain’t mine, she walked through the swoop I found her
Lil bro went In store getting backwoods off the counter
DK, he ridin', let's go get that bounty
Prescribe drugs and all this sh*t got me drowsy
This Glock got a kick it's just like Ronda Rousey
Twin bought a wind package
I was locked up two n*ggas, wasn't nun'
You’ll forever be broke, n*gga sh*t ain’t gon change
I see through the lies n*gga stop all that hating, uh, huh