No Chill (feat. DG LH East & Juany Gambino)
She like what's up in 'ya cup I said expensive sprite
She keep 'tryn fuck and I keep saying not tonight
Switchy 'ona 'glick don't have too aim just 'blick it twice
He ain't see the beam when he got hit up at the light
Pulled up too the scene with 30 hollows and a Mac-10
First car split 'em up the second car collect the backend
Shooters that retired but one call can get 'em back in
Fell back off the rap but no cap they got me back in
('Uh diddygang shit)
'Uh, man I'm back in
One wrong dumb move and lil bro 'gon get the clapping
'Uh, I remember Huncho had the Mac bitch
Lil bro really with the shits y'all niggas just be acting
Uh, man niggas bluffing you ain't shoot nobody
How the fuck you say you want some money but don't come outside
I be off the drink I poured a six I need another line
And I'm 'ina trenches I'm really grinding this ain't no nine to five
('Uh, 'uh) this ain't no nine to five
Bitch I'm in the field where shit get real let's see who down to ride
And we checking them 'glicks right after them hits bitch ain't nobody lying
Once we 'outta that whip go catch a 'vic and see what's on his mind
('Uh, 'uh)
Every time we slide
Last 'opp turned a fed he built a case but ain't 'wan testify
No that shit ain't cheap up on this side bitch it's 'gon cost a life
Have my 'shorty wipe 'em when they swipe 'em get that coffin right
'Perkys take it off tonight
She was with her friend say fuck her man we fuck 'em both tonight
Man what y'all niggas on
If it ain't 'bout a check ain't texting back don't even hit my phone
How is that 'ya mans oh that's 'ya dog well throw that man a bone
Yeah my team lit we got cash so we ain't sharing clothes
Man these dudes crazy pillow talking too these fucking hoes
Niggas be bitches in disguise they need to get exposed
Bitch I'm DGE
Jetlife shit I'm Diddygang and 'ian 'switching teams
Bro be on point he got the three his shot like Danny Green's
We was young and wild ain't have a dad so I was serving feins
And no this ain't no liquor in my cup it's eight lines of lean
('Uh, diddygang shit)
('Uh)
(Long live Foop G's)
(Long live Nell)
Long live the fucking guys
(Jetlife)
She keep 'tryn fuck and I keep saying not tonight
Switchy 'ona 'glick don't have too aim just 'blick it twice
He ain't see the beam when he got hit up at the light
Pulled up too the scene with 30 hollows and a Mac-10
First car split 'em up the second car collect the backend
Shooters that retired but one call can get 'em back in
Fell back off the rap but no cap they got me back in
('Uh diddygang shit)
'Uh, man I'm back in
One wrong dumb move and lil bro 'gon get the clapping
'Uh, I remember Huncho had the Mac bitch
Lil bro really with the shits y'all niggas just be acting
Uh, man niggas bluffing you ain't shoot nobody
How the fuck you say you want some money but don't come outside
I be off the drink I poured a six I need another line
And I'm 'ina trenches I'm really grinding this ain't no nine to five
('Uh, 'uh) this ain't no nine to five
Bitch I'm in the field where shit get real let's see who down to ride
And we checking them 'glicks right after them hits bitch ain't nobody lying
Once we 'outta that whip go catch a 'vic and see what's on his mind
('Uh, 'uh)
Every time we slide
Last 'opp turned a fed he built a case but ain't 'wan testify
No that shit ain't cheap up on this side bitch it's 'gon cost a life
Have my 'shorty wipe 'em when they swipe 'em get that coffin right
'Perkys take it off tonight
She was with her friend say fuck her man we fuck 'em both tonight
Man what y'all niggas on
If it ain't 'bout a check ain't texting back don't even hit my phone
How is that 'ya mans oh that's 'ya dog well throw that man a bone
Yeah my team lit we got cash so we ain't sharing clothes
Man these dudes crazy pillow talking too these fucking hoes
Niggas be bitches in disguise they need to get exposed
Bitch I'm DGE
Jetlife shit I'm Diddygang and 'ian 'switching teams
Bro be on point he got the three his shot like Danny Green's
We was young and wild ain't have a dad so I was serving feins
And no this ain't no liquor in my cup it's eight lines of lean
('Uh, diddygang shit)
('Uh)
(Long live Foop G's)
(Long live Nell)
Long live the fucking guys
(Jetlife)
Credits
Writer(s): Dg East
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