No Chill

Nowhere to run nigga better blast it
Tell them were im from we giving out caskets
I tote drums nigga imma savage
Must be dumb if you think imma pass it
We elite to tactic
Thats im steady moving with a gadget
Everywhere i go i gotta keep a ratchet
Throwing 32 like Shaq on the magic

They aint know i was on the honor roll
Know we getting chicken jugging on the road
In the kitchen betty cooking on the stove
Got a couple feens playing with they nose
Ion need a green going when i go
Aint no in between nigga cased closed
Wake up gotta get dressed with the pole
Ion need a bag throw it in the coat

Nigga its nun of that
Walk in the spot were the money at
Tryna throw it inna duffle bag
She a smooch i know brodie was just fucking that
He a fool shawty really made him cuff that
Talk on the guys then i gotta go rush that
Hit it one time then i bet she gon come bak
Whole lotta smoke in the air they don't want that
Do it on feet shoot em when i run pass

Shots loud whole lotta gun sounds
I aint tryna diss know im running down
I could make a hit they be loving my style
Picking up the grip shooting at the crowd

Glock got a dick watch it get to pissing
Hot shots clear out the block he tripping
Ion give a fuck get it how im living
Anything i take Niggas know i could get it

Waiting for the tape shit coming different
Coming off the waist watch how i click it
Niggas be fake
Gotta watch out for the snakes
Play and imma leave you missing
Block getting hot better use mittens
Someone getting shot light him like Christmas
Tired of these popped opp niggas dissing
Know that imma top opp on the hit list

Bodies dropping man this shit getting real
Rip the guys shooting with no chill
I cant even cry i dont know how to feel
When you in the field this is what you deal with
Picking up the steel
Turning on my kill switch
Sipping lean shit gon have me in my feelings
Give it time we gon get bak thats real shit
Rip the guys we gon get these millions



Credits
Writer(s): Lahsheem Haney
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