Keep my composure, **** 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 **** they gon' send you

Boy you think I'm dumb with it, lil' bitch I'm not gon' text you

Yeah, I had to boss up

Yeah, I had to go crazy

Yeah, this shit nonstop

Gas made me too lazy

Yeah, I'm a rockstar

'Member you said you hate me

Yeah, hit a dropshot

Don't give no fuck 'bout who hating, yeah

Do what I want, **** ain't gon' dump

I don't count no 1's, **** that's a waste, bitch I ain't no chump

Bitch I got that fye right by my waist, ****, I ain't dumb

Leave a **** fried, that's a closed case, he ain't make the jump

Stack my bands to the rafter

Throw that TD, Green Bay Packers

Leave her alone, she don't matter

Put the dots on him like pattern

Keep ya composure, **** don't know ya, (Oh yeah)

I said keep ya composure, **** they don't-, (Know ya)

Okay, okay

I'm like, "Damn, what's the hold up?"

Bad bitch blow my phone up, oh yeah

I'm like, "Damn, what's the hold up?"

Bad bitch blow my phone up