No Chill!
I had a nigga tell me
I don't know how to chill
I'm like you right, I don't
Cause I ain't got none nigga (HA)
Uh,Yea
Who told me to hop on the beat
Should've never let me in this mf now I'm bout to eat they ass up
Krispy Kreme
Uh who told me to hop on the beat
Should've never let me in this mf now I'm bout to eat they ass up Krispy Kreme
Uh,Yea
Who told me to hop on the beat
Should've never let me in this mf now I'm bout to eat they ass up
Krispy Kreme
I want da smoke
But you bring the steam
Play with me
I'll turn his ass into a meme
Top five imma starter real baller
Shot caller no you cannot be on my team
Say he stepping on shit
Imma punish him
Ion give af
Nigga run & get ya mama nem
Niggas do what I say
Cause I'm running em'
Knock a pussy nigga out
Like I'm Jonathan
Say he broke
Hell naw I can't fix that
Clit clat yea nigga I'm with that
Keep on talking blah blah blah
They'll pop yo bitch ass like a tic tac
Uh, yea get yo lick back nigga
Big mad he can't get his bitch back nigga
How you want a dime
But can't afford my time
Can't fuck unless he make six seven eight figures
Ok hoe
Better get some weight hoe
All my niggas know is yayo
Diego bring them pesos
Stack all year like some mf'n legos
Catch a flight
Adios I'm gone
Then I ball
Ms.Julio Jones
Fuck him good say I love him
Then block his ass
& He still won't leave me alone
All the money he spend on me
He get it right back
Hit once
Now he stuck on demon time
Daddy told you this pussy a hellcat
Tried to tell ya
I don't know how to chill
I'm like you right, I don't
Cause I ain't got none nigga (HA)
Uh,Yea
Who told me to hop on the beat
Should've never let me in this mf now I'm bout to eat they ass up
Krispy Kreme
Uh who told me to hop on the beat
Should've never let me in this mf now I'm bout to eat they ass up Krispy Kreme
Uh,Yea
Who told me to hop on the beat
Should've never let me in this mf now I'm bout to eat they ass up
Krispy Kreme
I want da smoke
But you bring the steam
Play with me
I'll turn his ass into a meme
Top five imma starter real baller
Shot caller no you cannot be on my team
Say he stepping on shit
Imma punish him
Ion give af
Nigga run & get ya mama nem
Niggas do what I say
Cause I'm running em'
Knock a pussy nigga out
Like I'm Jonathan
Say he broke
Hell naw I can't fix that
Clit clat yea nigga I'm with that
Keep on talking blah blah blah
They'll pop yo bitch ass like a tic tac
Uh, yea get yo lick back nigga
Big mad he can't get his bitch back nigga
How you want a dime
But can't afford my time
Can't fuck unless he make six seven eight figures
Ok hoe
Better get some weight hoe
All my niggas know is yayo
Diego bring them pesos
Stack all year like some mf'n legos
Catch a flight
Adios I'm gone
Then I ball
Ms.Julio Jones
Fuck him good say I love him
Then block his ass
& He still won't leave me alone
All the money he spend on me
He get it right back
Hit once
Now he stuck on demon time
Daddy told you this pussy a hellcat
Tried to tell ya
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Writer(s): Brianna Tabor
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