Need to Relax (feat. SOM Trey & GoodCredit) Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know Im in the booth with 4's
StuckOnMoney (Yeah)
Udigg
Yeah, look, yeah (Wooh!)
You need to relax (Chill out)
Yeah, yeah
You need to relax
Look, yeah
You need to relax
'Cause we got them choppas with beams attatched
You niggas are rats
I do not trust em, I sleep with the MAC
I got the 4's in the back
You know they ready to smash
Do anything for the bag
Do anything for the cash
Ready to shoot at yo dad
Niggas aint bout it for real
Niggas aint solid for real
Niggas aint riding for real
Niggas be talking bout bodies in every song but they aint catching no bodies for real
Potato equipped, it shoot silent for real
Niggas aint smoking exotic for real
Niggas be cap, I know it, it show
I got the stick, if I blow it, you go
To heaven
Nigga you die
Nothing but trappers with straps by my side
She popped a perky, she feeling alive
4 4 had told her she cant spend a night
I only speak what I seen to the mic
If you the pigs, then Im gonna deny
If you the pigs, then you know Im gone lie
If you pull up, what you touch, you gone buy
Im having flavors, Im not even gone lie
The cookie and sherbert, that shit going high
You know that young nigga pull up, he be fly
The glock and that choppa, that shit on my thigh
I heard he be trapping
Nigga where do you trap at
Nigga I pull up, I know Im gone take that
Been trapping for years but aint got a 10
Boy you aint getting no back end this year
Hold on, yeah, big back end
Country boy calling, you know Im gone tax him
Hunnids and 50's, like blocks, I stack em
Glocks and a stick if you try to run off
I aint talking white but yo ass will get offed
How you doing crimes, and you snitch you get caught
Big body Benz, like my glock, you cant load it
I aint want the buss down, I went got the gold one
I like the blue hunnids, I still got the old ones
Yall niggas origami, I knew yall would fold
Yeah (4GN!)
Yeah, look (yeah yeah), look
Im in the booth with Good Credit and Trey
Came from the gudda but no Im not Tay
I might just hit her but no Im not bae
You chasing Henny, Im chasing this paper
Yeah, udigg what Im saying
Dissing the gang then we shoot at yo mans
We shoot at yo daddy, yo brother, whoever
These bullets gone heat you up just like a sweater
My niggas banging red just like the devil
If you a lame then we charging you extra
Yeah, big racks, all in my pocket
Nigga rat, then we gotta pop him
Hit him 3 times, he wont even need a doctor
He dying on sight
I dont sip drank unless I got some ice
Big 4GN, you know Ill change yo life
She cute and she thick, you know that's my type
But I married the streets so the jungle my wife
You come to the B then you gamble yo life
Nigga relax, gone and chill out
You need to relax, gone and bool out
We got them straps, equipped with a light
Yeah, I doubled up, Im earning my strikes
Yeah, I double cup, and fill it with ice
Yeah, nigga relax, nigga relax
Before you get whacked, before you get whacked