Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Composure, artist - LUD FOE.
Date of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Composure |
Skrr, skrr, skrr |
(DY Krazy) |
Skrr, skrr, skrr |
Gang, bitch |
Gang, gang |
You fucking with me, that’s gon' cause you some commotion |
I’m getting sick and tired of keeping my composure |
I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it |
Got all this money with me, people think I growed it |
Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded |
From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded |
Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it |
I’m a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest |
Old lady keep looking out the window, this bitch nosy |
We cut your fingers off and send your mama roses |
I heard the feds was taking pictures so I’m posing |
I got all my jewelry on in this bitch, I’m feeling frozen |
Pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my focus |
Pulled up in a foreign car, your boyfriend drive a Focus |
We fuck around and poke you if you acting like you holding |
I just sent my lil' ho to the store to get some Trojans |
These pussy niggas think twice, 'cause they know they ass don’t live that life |
The police read me my rights, I ain’t going to court, I’m booking a flight |
Bitch, I clean up nice, these Givenchy shoes, these ain’t no Mikes |
Fuck around and lose your life dissing on the internet for life |
You fucking with me, that’s gon' cause you some commotion |
I’m getting sick and tired of keeping my composure |
I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it |
Got all this money with me, people think I growed it |
Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded |
From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded |
Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it |
I’m a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest |
(Yeah) |
What nigga say I ain’t got it? |
First day popping, I done turned to an addict |
Fuck old niggas who told on my daddy |
Served same time when I spend on my Patek |
Glock with a switch and it came with a titty |
Got it on my own, you ain’t come with a pendant |
A killer, I look in the mirror |
I’m rocking Amiri apparel |
Fucked a rich bitch for a nickle |
I ran a few times with the |
Knew a crip in Cali', he crippled |
Niggas said that he told just a little |
If you get too big, they’ll kill you |
When you speak that pain, they’ll feel you |
Tried to give me ten years for a pistol |
Take five, just meet me in the middle |
Pass me an opp wood and light it |
Took the Hellcat, slide 290 |
Better keep your gun, they sliding |
I put my bitch on the private |
Nigga better duck diamonds |
In the trenches, I hang with the lions |
Pull out your blicky, no fighting, yeah |
You fucking with me, that’s gon' cause you some commotion |
I’m getting sick and tired of keeping my composure |
I buy a foreign car and drive it like I stole it |
Got all this money with me, people think I growed it |
Them chopper bullets hit his whip, that bitch exploded |
From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded |
Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it |
I’m a hot nigga but all my bitches be the coldest |