Cole Myer & Yung Grady - Calm Down Xanman

Call up Cole Myer
Walk down feel like I'm Michael Myers
My side bitch keep on tryna slash my ties
Street nigga we came from the trench
Call up school perc thirty itching
Cartier frames I look like a hipster
Bitch keep fallin' in love, she a simp
I feel like a pimp, my bitch call me mister
I ain't Craig yet I keep my stick out the drawer
Real street nigga plugged in like a power cord
Called a white plug but you called me a coward for
Put her in her mouth like a sour straw
Kick door move, we open the back door
The bitch on her knees like we shootin' hollow
We bring that smoke to your ass like max flow
Greatest plug, holy mackerel
Call up Xanman, where the xans at bitch
I know you been tryin' you can't top my shit
And watch how they switch on me when I get rich
Pop, pop, we leavin' em quick
Ha ha bitch you can suck my dick, I was ridin' round town ridin' fast in the 'ville
Like ha ha bitch you can take this pic if you hold my cup and you do not spill
If I stand on my money I'm Shaquille O'Neal
Hey I'm kinda drunk baby give me the wheel
I'm drivin' drunk hittin' things I can't feel
But to get on my level it take you some skill
Hey, is we gonna fuck bae what is the deal
And if we don't fuck I'ma spit like a peel
They hold on my bond I'ma appeal
Slimy little bitch pop her ass if she steal
Hey you put your head on top of my shoulders
Bring me your girl and I'm bendin' her over
Strap on my side and I feel like a soldier
I roll off the molly like that shit a boulder
I'm not in love that's the first thing I told her
I chunk his ass and I give him a shoulder
I rock a puffer because it got colder
I put in work and you go out of order
Said bitch still on the DMT, you cannot pull up you cannot beef with me
You is a broke ass boy on the CBD, I am a rich ass boy on the THC
Yeah I hate how these hoes be treating me, I cannot fuck em I do it too frequently
I sub in the game because there ain't deceiving me
I take a dub because there ain't defeating me
I am the president nobody is leading me
I can do what I want and I know she ain't leaving me
I get feature of the year and I do it so easily
We up for war and we ain't leaving peacefully
She said treat her right but I don't got no decency
I'm sipping ack hope I don't get obesity
Hold up hold up put on the GPS
I don't know where we at we gotta go and speed
We go in deeper speed like I'm Vin Diesel
Since seventeen seventy-six we've been the people
I had to calm down so I'm making a sequel
I'm on top of the world so you know we ain't equal
Super villain like Doom so you know that I'm evil
It only take one shot from me so I am lethal
Damn, I guess that I cannot miss
Hit up Lil Shottz and he selling them mids
I don't need practice jump straight to the scrimmage
In the stu' we don't stop we gon' push till it's finished
And I know she wanna fuck cause she sent me an image
5% on the windows cause them bitches tinted
Put the ink on the paper like that shit is printed
I run from the cops and that shit got me winded
One thing about me I'm mister go get it
I made it happen but you didn't listen
She fake as fuck why she talking to me
She riding around and she know I roll deep
Ay shut the fuck up when you talking to me
She riding around and she listen capiche
You gotta listen to the shit that I tell you
Listen to beat and it's time to familiar
I got a sword and a shield in my hand like I'm Zelda
I'm sorry lil bitch I don't know what to tell you
Well it's her loss so I don't need to feel it
Get in the whip and drive off and she peel it
I got the cards not the cards that you dealing
I told your bitch come here I want her to feel it
Calm down, fuck your bitch, well calm down
I fucked your bitch, well calm down
I fucked your bitch, well calm down
Pussy
Call up Cole Myer
Walk down feel like I'm Michael Myers
My side bitch keep on tryna slash my ties
Street nigga we came from the trench
Call up school perc 30 itching
Cartier frames I look like a hipster
Bitch keep fallin' in love, she a simp
I feel like a pimp, my bitch call me mister
I ain't Craig yet I keep my stick out the drawer
Real street nigga plugged in like a power cord
Called a white plug but you called me a coward for
Put her in her mouth like a sour straw
Kick door move, we open the back door
The bitch on her knees like we shootin' hollow
We bring that smoke to your ass like max flow
Greatest plug, holy mackerel

Written by:
Cole Myer, Xan Man, Yung Grady

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