Calm Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Pappy]
Bro told me calm down, I'm like "f*ck that"
Hoes try and set me up, can't trust that
Heard Boom, n*ggas know I'm gon' bust that
Got a tommy gun call that b*tch a Rugrat
You can catch me on the K, where I'm thuggin' at
n*gga better fix his face, "Who you mugging at?"
Run up in a n*gga place, where his mother at
Put the gun to his sister face, "Where your brother at?"
I know n*ggas more savage than me
Got money on his head, they'll whack him for free
Say, A, B we got C and D
Gas tank on E, n*gga that's on the G
And I, F'd up, 'cuz I don't fail, n*gga
I did a lotta time, 'cuz I don't tell, n*gga
He ask my name, it ring bells, n*gga
Ask me what I claim? I'm die L's, n*gga
Still, n*gga

And f*ck n*ggas, I don't f*ck with 'em
'Cuz when you f*ck with f*ck n*ggas, then you stuck with 'em
I know you better duck, 'fore you get slumped wit 'em
Say he ride with you, you can ride in this trunk with 'em, snatch off
Put a bag on your head, what does that cost?
Lil money, get yo ass whacked for a scratch-off
Headshot knock more than a patch off
Boy, I'm from the pole where its colder than Jack Frost
Damn, but that's cold
n*ggas love "Competition", but that's old
n*ggas love "Days and Days", but that's old
n*ggas love "Smokin' sh*t", but that's old
Wait, hold on
I'mma go hard, after all that
I'mma drop 12 mixtapes then fall back
Glock .40, I don't need a pencil to draw that
My di*k where she put her lip gloss at, ugh
Shorty don't care that I f*cked her friend
Just like I don't care that she f*cked my man
'Cuz I'mma f*ck her, then shake folks' hand like:
"Bro, now I see what you were saying"
And that b*tch nasty
Smoking on Blake, first ash it
See how it taste, then pass it
That sh*t drastic
Load up the eight, then blast it
See which one gon' run the fastest!

I do hits, n*gga
Talking like I don't do sh*t, n*gga
Bet you I do yo b*tch, n*gga
I ain't gon' clip n*ggas
Slide up, fire at like six n*ggas
And I'mma be back if I miss, n*gga
Wait, hold on

Pleading Voice: "Man, I went to school with that n*gga, I was cool with that n*gga. I know that, man. On the bus I know that n*gga, an-"
Pappy: "Get the f*ck on"
Better get off my di*k, that's yo hoe job
Drug dealing, that's better than no job
No sex, I'll settle for a blowjob
Everybody gotta get a turn like a doorknob
You can catch me on the pole where it's cold, where you need about two-three coats and like four hats
On parole, say I can't hold no gats?
WHAAAT!??
sh*t, I know I'mma go back
Free Malik, free Clam, n*gga
I'mma scream that till they out that jam, n*gga
Merch I'm weak, then he lying on fam n*gga
Cause he throw ones, he gone say I go ham n*gga whoa
I got hoes like Hefner did
She throw it at me I'mma catch it like Hester did
My whole block got rocks like the wrestler did
You can catch me in the lab like lil Dexter here
I got bars like I'm finna do it extra big
You hear me spit, you can tell I be extra serious
Cause I'mma be the realest motherf*cker next to Big and Pac
Whether you believe it or not, hold on
Folks like, "Slow down, you be rapping to quick"
All my hoes doing di*ks, all my bros doing bids
n*ggas talk that, "They ain't on sh*t"
Be the main ones talking bout they ain't no b*tch
House, just bought that, I ain't paying no rent
All my dogs bark back, n*gga I ain't no [?], hold on