Tranquilo (feat. Bz.KJ & 509JoJo)

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Ru$$ Da Wave

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I'm in the crib with my robe on, feelin' tranquil
When my bitches give me back rubs I'm bout to get my roll on, I'm stuffin' backwoods
I wish I had a armored chauffeur livin' that good But I'm still pistol toting', ridin' through
the hood Tryna change my mental, doin' micro shrooms
Da zaza I administer till I'm on different pinnacles
I don't wanna pick it up if it ain't bout residuals
Been a bad-ass jitt, been rollin' blunts in front the principal
Keep that slick talk, I dog walk, this shit get physical
I don't bang shit, but these mittens have you seein' blue
Locked in like jiu-jitsu, a nigga feelin' spiritual
Quit the flaggin' shit, say you love me when it ain't true
Gang goin' up, Lord Willis, I'm almighty Bruce
Dodgin' nat hoes could these bitches be expendable
I'm just statin' facts, bro, don't let it go over your head
Know asshole, still these bitches lay up in my bed
Tryna smack some, late night, bitch just lift your leg
What you taxing for?
Please don't ask if you ain't got the bread
Told me quit smokin', f*ck, no, I got a lot of zeb
Pockets lookin' fatter than a bitch, like
they heavy set
Can't forget all them fucking risks
Nigga went ahead, lucky got a slap on the wrist
Never took the book to make it out, I put my trust in God go have my haters shook
Bitch ever look Genjitsu, now I got a hooked
I'm really mobile, just touch the back while rapping let me show you
I don't ask niggas for shit cause now they thinkin' that they own you
Your hoe never pass up on a dick, she shouldn't have told you
Trippin' over one bitch, bout to f*ck my pussy up
Bout to hit her for some bread, zb vibe you'll get a cut
Zb vibe you'll get a cut

Had to get back down in shape
Been doin some shaping
Tol dem boys to give me space
Tryna figure my placement
Give a damn about ur face see the problems I'm facing
Dey put dem shackles on yo wrist gotta a case of the cases
Heart coverage where I'm aimin ain't in to relations
Always got a different name wen I be on vacation
Got the nectar on my neck said she loving the fragrance
I ain't trippin bouta check I get multiple payments
Tell dem niggas to pay me
U movin 50 keepa 9 bitch I'm rollin wit Haitians
The way I go to war for mine we could never be basic
I know some niggas rather die before writin a statement
One in the head an xtra 9 in the clip when I'm aimin
Yh I get tired of the noise I been tryna contain it
Keepa Rasta by my side know mi roll wit Jamaicans
Been stamped it since a jitt know a youngin a make it
Don't keep to many by my side niggas flaw they be flaking

Niggas say that it be love, but all in all, that shit be capped
On the road for seven days, but I'ma bring that 50 back
On the road, I'm sippin' Wok, when I get back, I'm sippin' Act
Twin probably sold a pack, told him, grab another pack
They all tryna have a op, if you a op, I'm where they at
Ain't shootin' up no blocks, I want your top, name on a hat
I'ma keep it cordial, I peep the plot
You want the bread, I can't afford you
Fuckin' on thots, you hit my phone, I keep ignorin' you
You f*ck with Lotto, put it on the floor, I was on the floor too
Say you need a nigga that give you more, but we want more too
You keep talkin' bout that WAP, baby, that get boring too
Know you really dickmatized, pop smoke, I'm born Woo
Z-shit, creep shit, I pull up offense, really playin' defense
Might forgive, but won't forget, Allah told me, repent
Water bent, stuck at my knees, brother told me, deep in
So I dove deep in, this shit ain't serious, it ain't real
Niggas tryna re-knit, like my blood ain't made of steel
None of my lyrics made in China, this shit real
All the tears a nigga shed, give a f*ck how niggas feel

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