No Chill

Hey, some niggas right there? (Right there? Gang!)
Pull over, man
Hey, that one had me fucked up
Get you girl and get your funds up
You on that opp shit
Pull over on the court, pull over at the court
Let me out, let me out, let me out (hey)

We don't got no chill
We do drills out of automobiles
Bitch, take off them heels
Let me feel to see if it's real
I love popping pills
'Cause I like the way it make me feel
Nigga, better not squeal
If you tell, boy, your ass get killed

If that bitch suck my dick
Now I like smell like belvedere
We be in the clubs and the mall
Boy, you're never there
You wanna show your ass
Chopper knock you out your underwear
And don't get hurt (bitch)
Me and my niggas on dirt
Put a nigga under there

AK gon' squirt
Nigga, these bullets gon' hurt
Fill the trap house with that work
Dope fiends calling my chirp
Trap slow down, but it always pick up on the first

This nigga tried to run because he didn't have his gun
He lived, coulda died
Man, that shit'd have been worse
But I better not see you no more
'Cause I ain't gon' miss no more
You gon' be in that hearse

Ask God like, "Why me?"
Let a nigga try me
Get stuck to the IV
Kid, pass me the ball, I'ma shoot like Kyrie
Beat the block up like Ali

I was in the house in the winter with no heat
Sleeping on the floor in the cold with no sheets
Sitting on your ass, like you ain't got no feet
Bitch sucked my dick, like she ain't got no teeth
She wet the bed up, gotta go and get new sheets
Only one me in the bed with two freaks
Gotta work hard 'cause the shit don't come sweet
They ain't outside, niggas hide, we gon' seek

I love my driver 'cause he a rider
Do a drive-by, shots fired at the limo
Big .45 up this bitch
It got a lot of kick, but it still didn't miss
Tra-Tra-Trap at the bando, l don't know famo
Why I fill his ass with a whole lot of ammo
Hit a nigga block with Glocks then shoot it up
When we come back, see a whole lot of candles

Try to stick me but they know I got handles
See new haters, I feel like Mano
You could leave the state but you still on my list though
We can meet up, nigga, what you wanna diss for?
Suck a nigga dick, bitch, what you wanna kiss for?
Fall in the mall then ball like disco
Wanna fuck with us? At your own risk, though
Nigga act tough, I know he a bitch though

Drive the car real fast, that's what it's made for
Nigga, I don't lease shit, all this shit paid for
I don't gotta clean up, that's what the maid for
Wanna act brave? That's what the K for
Simon says, all these hoes do what I say so
Get a brick then break it down like a Lego
Get dope playin' with the dope like clay doh
Fuck a hoe, bad bitch show 'em how to rainbow

You ain't know me, fuck boy, you a lamo
Fuck up my chips, don't fuck with my Pringles
Bank rolls full of hunnid, throw no single
Nigga, know my name ring bells, no jingle

We don't got no chill
We do drills out of automobiles
Bitch, take off them heels
Let me feel to see if it's real
I love popping pills
'Cause I like the way it make me feel
Nigga, better not squeal
If you tell, boy, your ass get killed

If that bitch suck my dick
Now I like smell like belvedere
We be in the clubs and the mall
Boy, you're never there
You wanna show your ass
Chopper knock you out your underwear
And don't get hurt
'Cause me and my niggas on dirt
We'll put a nigga under there

I'm reminiscent, I'm on a mission
Dosed off in the kitchen, I fell asleep whippin'
You might fall on your face if you be trippin'
Don't get caught in your tracks, your blood drippin'
You get caught in that act, yeah, you was slippin'
Threw the bitch a few ones 'cause she was strippin'
White with the white, yeah, we be flippin'
Bitch, I'm gone

I-I-I just hit a home run
You want a war, but you ain't got your own guns
Sneak diss me, fuck with the wrong one
Mama told me, "Son, don't fear no one"
Clip full of hollows, you can hold one
You rap about guns, nigga, better tote one
Police let me go, told 'em I don't know nothin'
Rap about dope but you never sold none

Teddy want a .38, it's a throwaway
Kick a bitch out, I know she a throwaway
T-T-Take off that makeup, we don't need no foreplay
Run that bullshit while we joke, hit 'em, no say
Selling packs out the car, wait in the hallway
You don't listen, you gon' find out the hard way
Hit a nigga block, come out the wrong way
Better shut up, nigga, you don't want gunplay

Drunk in love, your fiancée like Beyoncé
Homicide on anyone tryna harm me
'Fore I hit the streets, my mama warn me
A lot of niggas snitches, they be informing
Give your bitch my mic, now she performing
Don't make me up the hoe and then get to blowin' it
I be strapped like a dyke if you got a knife
You gon' lose your life, won't see the morning

We don't got no chill
We do drills out of automobiles
Bitch, take off them heels
Let me feel to see if it's real
I love popping pills
'Cause I like the way it make me feel
Nigga, better not squeal
If you tell, boy, your ass get killed

If that bitch suck my dick
Now I like smell like belvedere
We be in the clubs and the mall
Boy, you're never there
You wanna show your ass
Chopper knock you out your underwear
And don't get hurt (bitch)
'Cause me and my niggas on dirt (where I see 'em)
We gon' put a nigga under there

Gang
Skrt, skrt



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Writer(s): Anthony Beecham, Bill Hullett
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