Lyrics Composure - LUD FOE, Lil Durk

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