Composure lyrics

[Intro: Lud Foe]

Skrr (DY Krazy), skrr, skrr

Skrr, skrr

Gang, bitch

Gang, gang

[Chorus: Lud Foe]

You fucking with me, that's gon' cost you some commotion (Bitch, bitch)

I'm gettin' sick and tired of keeping my composure (Bitch, bitch)

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 (Baow, baow, baow)

From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)

Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)

I'm a hot nigga, but all my bitches be the coldest

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]

Old lady keep looking out the window, this bitch nosy (Bitch, you nosy)

We cut your fingers off and send your mama roses (Bitch)

I heard the feds was taking pictures, so I'm posing (Damn)

I got all my jewelry on in this bitch, I'm feeling frozen (Wop)

Pussy niggas hating, tryna knock me off my focus (Bitch)

Pulled up in a foreign car, your boyfriend drivе a Focus

We fuck around and poke ya if you actin' like you holding (Bitch)

I just sеnt 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 goin' to court, I'm bookin' a flight (I'm gone)

Bitch, I clean up nice, these Givenchy shoes, these ain't no Mikes (Bitch)

Fuck around and lose your life dissing on the internet for likes (Gang, gang)

[Chorus: Lud Foe]

You fucking with me, that's gon' cost you some commotion (Bitch, bitch)

I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure (Bitch, bitch)

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 (Baow, baow, baow)

From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)

Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)

I'm a hot nigga, but all my bitches be the coldest

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]

(Yeah)

What nigga say I ain't got it?

First day poppin', I turned to an addict

Fuck old niggas who told on my daddy (Told on my daddy)

Served the same time what I spent on my Patek

Glock with a switch and it came with a titty

Got it on my own, you ain't come with a penny (Let's get it)

A killer, I look in the mirror

I'm rockin' Amiri apparel (Rockin' Amiri apparel)

Fucked a rich bitch for a nickel

I ran a few times with the pillows

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 (On God)

Pass me an opp 'Wood and light it (Uh-huh)

Take the Hellcat, slide 290 (Skrrt)

Better keep your gun, they slidin'

I put my bitch on the private

Nigga better duck them indictments

In the trenches, I hang with the lions

Pull out your blicky, no fighting

Yeah

[Chorus: Lud Foe]

You fucking with me, that's gon' cost you some commotion (Bitch, bitch)

I'm getting sick and tired of keeping my composure (Bitch, bitch)

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 (Baow, baow, baow)

From all my Glocks to all my cars, they fully loaded (Skrrt, skrrt)

Still got that Draco just in case you think I sold it (Baow, baow, baow)

I'm a hot nigga, but all my bitches be the coldest

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Guns Up Funds Up (2020)