​composure

[Chorus]
Keep my composure, niggas don't know ya
I'm like 'damn, what's the hold up?'
That ho blow my phone up
She said that 'i'll meet you at the venue'
Bitch we got dummy sticks that G2 won't defend you
Who you fucking with? my niggas they gon send you
Boy you think i'm dumb with it, lil bitch i'm not gon text you
Yuh, i had to boss up
Yuh, i had to go crazy
Yuh, this shit nonstop
Gas made me too lazy
Yuh, i'm a rockstar
'member you said 'you hate me'
Yuh, hit a dropshot
Don't give a fuck bout who hating, yuh

[verse 1]
Do what i want
Ngigas ain't gon dump
I don't count no 1's nigga that's a waste, bitch i ain't no joke
Bitch i got that 500, on my waist nigga i ain't dumb
Leave a nigga fried, that's a closed case, he ain't make the jump
Stuff my bands to the rafter
Throw that TD, green made packers
Leave her alone, she don't matter
Put the dots on him like pattern
Keep, ya composure, niggas don't know ya, (oh yuhh)
I said keep ya composure, niggas they don't-, (know ya)

[Chorus]
Okay okay
I'm like 'damn, what's the hold up?'
Bad bitch blow my phone up, oh yuhh
I'm like 'damn, what's the hold up?'
Bad bitch blow my phoooone up