Composure! lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I pour the lean right up in my soda (Yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna f*ck? Then, baby, come over
Can’t let these n*ggas f*ck up my composure (No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That n*gga broke, that's why I don't know him (Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it (Stole it)
Can’t f*ck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't f*ck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that sh*t like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, you already know this (Ha)
I don't f*ck with you, don’t send me no opens
I’m sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I swear, these n*ggas my clones
Bad white b*tch, she all in my phone
I do this sh*t, yeah, all on my own
I’m boutta' blow, yeah, this sh*t is prone
Smokin' your dead man, yeah, that's my cologne (Yeah)
I mix the Helmut Lang with the Vlone (Yeah)
She say "Lovin My Fashion!", that’s her favorite song (Yeah)
These n*ggas mad that I'm finna be on (Huh)
Just hit my phone, when you finna be home?
Girl, you know I ain't finna be long
Try me, yeah, that boy gon' be gone
He want free smoke, n*gga, come on
Try me, be like, n*gga, come on
2.23 gon' send that boy home
[Chorus]
I pour the lean right up in my soda (Yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna f*ck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these n*ggas f*ck up my composure (No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That n*gga broke, that's why I don't know 'em (Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it (Stole it)
Can't f*ck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't f*ck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that sh*t like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, you already know this (Ha)
I don't f*ck with you, don't send me no opens

[Outro]
I pour the lean right up in my soda (Yeah)
Designer jeans, this ain't Fashion Nova (Yeah, yeah)
She wanna f*ck? Then, baby, come over
Can't let these n*ggas f*ck up my composure (No)
Snakes in the grass so I keep the mower (No)
She love my Ricks, yeah, she love my Owens
Pockets they fat, yeah, just like Samoans
That n*gga broke, that's why I don't know him (Ha, no)
Copy my swag, yeah, that boy, he stole it (Stole it)
Can't f*ck with me, I done already told 'em
Can't f*ck with me, I done already showed 'em
Talkin' that sh*t like I wouldn't notice (Ha)
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, you already know this (Ha)
I don't f*ck with you, don't send me no opens
I'm sippin' DJ Phat, off the opiates (Yeah, yeah)