ShittyBoyz - Jeez Relax! lyrics

(Hokatiwi)

Told the clerk, "Blue strip me out
I'm a Crip tonight"
Pull up on a opp around ten, brodie
Dim your lights we gon' let it rip
Ain't no need for really having fights
SB X Hokatiwi, real scary sight

Bro threw his wrist up, singing 41 like YT
Goose made in Canada, my joggy
It say "Y-3"
Glock on me, made him step back like he Kyrie
She like, "Boy, you dripping
All Gucci?", bitch, i might be

Supreme balaclava, Goose coat
I'm a hypebeast handmade jeans, one of one
Ain't have to swipe these
Bitch ain't never seen no drink before like
"Why the Sprite pink?"
Fireman with the punch work, every site green

Ask the bitch who do she love, think I'm YG
Purple jeans, MCM belt with a white tee
You could search the earth
It is not nobody like me
When they see you shining
They gon' act like they cannot see

Throw a joggy on, run it up
I don't walk at all
Euro stepping straight to the bank
Like I'm Paul Gasol took a L
Couldn't do shit but really walk it off
Doctor Dolittle with my shit
I can talk to dawg executing plays in the O
I feel like Urban Meyer
Told her I'm the one
I'm really like Amar'e Stoudemire
I'm the Avatar in Walmart
I hit the clerk with fire
I just hit this one lil' bitch
'cause my verse was fire

Flavors on the hat, smoking flavors
Ben & Jerry life
Niggas really still chasing rats
Tom and Jerry life she like, "Oh, you gon'
Fuck and leave?", bitch, you very right
Yeah, we really headed to the top
I'm kinda scared of heights

Bags on my eyes
Funny all I'm seeing is a bag
He can't beat the MAG
Why the fuck would I beat his ass?
Four-O in my bank account but
I was sleep in class
Can't throw the word "broke" at me
I ain't seen a cast

She put that two hand twister
On me like, jeez, relax
I can really count it up now
I used to cheat in math
Two years ago was in the
Stu' chasing dreams I had
Now I'm BabyTron, that one guy
I know you've seen his ass

Stack the money for a rainy day
I could feel it coming
Went to sleep showboating then
I woke up stunting banana clip on the chop
Hit him in his muffin
You took a trip out to Cali
Ain't come back with nothing

Japanese cuisine in the booth
Rapper appetite god bless my BIN
Feeling like a pastor when I swipe fuck it
Might hit Neiman Marcus with a
Jab but I don't fight
Seen an opp in traffic
Had to up the blaster at the light

Weapon upgraded
Came with rapid fire and a sight
Looking like a Spy Kid
I got a gadget on my side
I used to be down bad so
I'ma stack it to the sky
If it's war, thirty minutes
Watch the Taliban arrive